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You are on your back, the dude with the huge dick is pumping your ass like he is possessed. You have no idea if he is poz or not, all you know is that his massive pole feels great going balls deep into your negative ass. New to barebacking, you quickly forget about the risks when you see a cock and start think how good it will feel slipping into your ass. But tonight is different. Tonight that magic dick is going to spew a toxic load into your tender ass and start your conversion. You are ten seconds from taking the stealth poz load that will change your life. And now, the process is launched and there is nothing you can do to reverse it. You are not poz yet, but you are seconds away from infection. At P (poz) minus 10, the process starts. All of the efforts of the top ramming his cock into your ass are about to pay off. The level of arousal is such that the orgasm that will convert you has started. Wham, the rear most sphincter in his piss tube slams such. This seals the tube on one and and keeps the piss out of the cum. P minus 9 sees the prostrate (with the piss tube running through it) begin to stir up the toxic stew that will deliver the virus to mucus membrane in you shit chute. P minus 8 and the front piss tube sphincter slams closed. Now, the prostates mix of sperm, virus, fluids and sperm food fills the sealed tube. The top knows the feeling of his cock swelling for orgasm. As the tube fills with that potentially lethal mix, his breathing deepens, his thrusts become my animalistic and he may start groaning as he enjoys the feel of his ever more engorged cock. P minus 6 and the tube is nearly full. While only 5 percent of the volume is sperm, there are as many as 500,000,000 of the little baby makers ready to make the swim of their lives----but will only die in the dark dank reaches of you queer asshole. There are a number of different fluids that are present as well---most of them are carrying the virus that will soon infect your body. P minus 5 and the top shouts OH GOD, and moves into the second phase of his virus inserting orgasm. The pressure in the closed off piss tube has reached the maximum and it signals the front sphincter to open suddenly. The built up cum pressure forces the poison wad to start moving toward your cock head. P minus 4 and the jizz is near the glans....the top's very meaty, mushroom cockhead. The state of overall arousal and the sensation of the dollop of cum reaching the glans combines for more action. The muscle like parts of that glorious piece of man meat start contracting. The top's work is nearly done. The tensing of the those cock control system expel the shot with great force.....as much as 80 miles per hour. And all you know is that you are enjoying a great fuck and you know Mr. Top is about to explode into your willing ass. The virus that causes HIV+ has been launched and will soon be residing you that ass you think is just being used for fun and sex. T minus 3 and the filthy load is out of the tip of the cock and free flowing towards the lining of your rectum. Splat and it hits you.....the virus is now yours and no longer just a theory it is in your ass. The top continues to spasm and shoot parts of his gift. The continual thrusting of his meat smears that load up and down your hole. He is increasing the points of contact---so the virus has more opportunities---and you are just wiggling and squirming in the delight of being well fucked. T minus 2 and the top is nearly done. HIs strokes are not as deep, his cock is softening, but his deed is done, he has mixed a toxic wad of white sticky goo and shot it deep into your ass. He then smeared it for maximum effect. T minus 1 and he with draws. Now it is up to the virus and the receptiveness of your ass. The brutal fucking had damaged the lining of the very thin membranes of you ass-cunt so you are ready for accepting your fate. T minus ZERO--blast off. The virus containing cum that is smeared inside you begins offloading the passengers. The poor sperm are condemned to die in your shit hole or will be expelled with the next dump you take. But the HIV causing virus is very happy, the warm dark hole is a good place for them. The thin and damaged walls of your rectum make it easy to move in. And they begin gathering together and replicating and preparing to wage a war on your immune system. A war they will win. You may feel the battle if you develop the fuck flu. You may never know there was a war until, you get that test result you are not expecting. But for now, you have no idea that the war was started, all you know is that you are simply laying there, cum in your ass, happily and thoroughly fucked. It is just a mater of days until the war has been won and you are HIV+. You have no clue what happened in the past 10 seconds. You have just been pozzed

I felt the massive, 12.5 diameter head of the black annihilator dildo press against my hungry ass. “Is my boy’s pussy hungry?” Mark asked. I just moaned and reached back to open my asscheeks for him. My pussy wasn’t just hungry, it was ravenous with need. The deep fuck, massive booty bump, and giant load of chempiss had taken me nearly beyond reason. I threw my head back and moaned loudly as the giant dildo began to slowly push into my ass. It felt huge, its firm head pushing my lips inward for a bit. Daddy kept steady pressure on it, all the while hissing for me to take it. I had taken this tool before, usually at the end of the night, but tonight was different. Tonight Mark had gotten his wish ever since he started to mold my twink ass—I had been given a taste of deep fucking and I craved more. The pressure on my ass was steady, it felt like a baby’s head, the giant silicone glans of the thing, as it pushed at the entrance to my hole. Suddenly, my lips opened up and in it popped. I gave a sharp cry, arched my back, and groaned deeply. Mark held the dildo steady, letting me get used to it. “Slid right in this time, you little slut,” he said, “Gonna fuck you so deep.” Although I definitely wanted it, I had some serious doubts about the annihilator fucking me. I had taken the toy many times—or most of it—but my hole was tight enough that Daddy could only slowly push it in, make me hold it for a bit, and then slowly pull it out. I was also worried about my ability to get fucked with the giant toy because he had taken my poppers away again. After he filled my ass with a huge load of chempiss and plugging it inside me, he had kept me face down ass up on the bed while he watched part of yet another fisting porn scene. I was too high to watch it, and I couldn’t see the TV anyway with my head turned to the side and my chest close to the bed so the chempiss could work it’s way deep inside. After about 15 minutes, he said, “That’s had time to cook your hole. “ He reached down and grabbed the poppers from my hand. Putting them on his bedside table, next to the faint remains of our crystal supply, he directed me into the bathroom where he yanked the plug out and what little liquid not completely absorbed into my body dribbled out of my hole. I groaned and begged him to use me. And that’s where I was now, being used by my Daddy. Right now it felt amazing, too, the giant head lodged in my first chamber. “Squeeze your hole around the head,” Mark commanded, “Suck on it with your ass like you suck on my asshole, you nasty slut.” I did as he commanded, squeezing my ass muscles around the giant head. I immediately grunted and then moaned as the feeling of fullness increased sharply. The thing felt like a bowling ball in my ass. “Do it again,” Mark demanded, “And keep the pressure on until I tell you to stop.” I took a breath and as always, did as I was told. It really did feel incredible, this giant toy stuffed in my anal cavity. I could feel it reshaping and remodeling my insides, it’s hard shape pushing against my walls. “Take another breath,” he said, “And as you let it out stop sucking on the head and push out.” I took a deep breath, let up the pressure and pushed out—and that’s when Daddy made his move. With firm but gentle pressure he pushed the dildo into my hole. I could feel my second ring open, in a way it never had before, and I felt the big head move into my second ring. It got in about half way when it started to hurt. Daddy saw me start to tense up and he stopped. “Just breathe,” he said, “Breath and feel the stretch.” I had never felt this before—the toy felt bigger and more filling than ever before. I breathed in again, and as I let it out, Mark pushed gently and it was in. The giant head was inside my second ring and my asslips were wrapped around the slightly thicker shaft. I could feel the asymmetrical shape of the shaft filling my ass, the the fake vein stretching and bulging the bottom of my asslips so tight. I moaned loudly and deeply. Daddy held the toy perfectly still. I was breathing heavily, my mind a jumble. “Fuuuuuck,” I moaned, “Please Daddy fuck me deep.” I could practically hear him smirk, although I was focused more on the intense feelings from my ass more than anything in the world. “That’s what I am doing, you slut,” Again there was the pause, the little moment of respite for the building of desire. Mark knew the exact rhythm how much more body could take. He knew when to push, when to hurt me, and when to make me wait. It only took a few seconds, as hungry as my ass had become, and without thinking about it my hole relaxed slightly, my back arched, and I moaned. As I did so he pushed slowly and steadily as more and more of the dildo—bigger than either of my arms—disappeared up my ass. I groaned, lost to thought, feeling nothing but submission and I desire to have my ass filled. Slowly but surely, my ass opened until all 16 inches of the tool was buried to the hilt. I was shaking very slightly now, panting, with low deep moans between pants. I bucked my ass a tiny bit, like a bitch in heat, as I felt the giant tool stretch me completely. I couldn’t move much—the annihilator’s immobilized the middle of my body, it vast firm thickness filling me from my assring to deep, deep inside. “Oh daddy, fuuuuck meeeee,” I begged. “Take me, use me, fuuuck meee.” If it had been obscene before, when my mouth was glued to his assring, this was even more so. My skinny flat twink ass bisected by the giant black silicon shaft. My asslips were completely taut—even if there had been more crystal, there was no way a finger was going between that ring and the silicon god ravishing my hole. Daddy held the beast steady, using both hands around its giant balls. The toy rose and fell with my deep panting, every moan causing it to bob slightly. I was masterful display of dominance, the way he kept that shaft firmly planted all the way in my hole. After a good five minutes of this—Mark later told me the giant fucker was so heavy, he couldn’t keep it steady much more—Daddy told me to breath and slowly, tortuously, the giant toy excited my hole. Expecting a rest, I flopped on my back. “Legs up, cunt, daddy demanded, “Your need to be fucked.” Once my legs were in the air, Daddy pushed the toy back in. It slid in slowly but smoothly, barely registering any resistance from my broken down inner ring, although he knew when it did by the deep moan I let out. Once there, Daddy wedged the toy on the bed, letting about an inch of it out of my guts so the heavy balls could rest on the bed. I was panting again, breathing heavily from the intensity of this second deep fuck. The toy was huge in my ass, making my ass the absolute center of my universe. I could honestly think of nothing else, could feel nothing but the incredible giant fullness, the stretch, the constant oscillation of pain and pleasure emanating from my anal cavity. Mark laid back and reached for his cigarettes. On screen, a group of German muscle men were engaged in a noisy fistful. But I could barely see them, my mind was so engrossed in trying to understand the feeling of something so large lodged in what felt like the root of my body. As I lay there trying to both come down from the deep fuck and the feeling of fullness, Daddy put his cigarette down and started using his mouth and hands to pinch and bite my nipples. After doing this a bit, his teeth clamped down hard on one nipples and I felt him move the base of the toy of the bed and slowly push those final inches into my hole. I groaned loudly, and Mark bit my tit harder. “Do it, please, do it. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuuuck meee “ I begged. Mark began to slowly pull the toy out, about four inches and then back in. He did this slowly over and over again. The entire time I begged him to keep fucking me, feeling the giant head of the dildo and the massive shaft reshaping every part of my insides. It hurt some, especially as the head moved inside me, but I began to crave it more, The rough play at the start of the session which Mark had soothed with his fist full of Tina—had implanted a dark desire deep in my soul. Mark slowly sat up, keeping the relentless slow fuck going, but now he began to pull out further, six inches out and back in, then relentless 8 inches and back in. “Harder, daddy, more,” I panted, “Fuck me with your giant cock.” My begging egged him on. He knew the toy was so obscenely big that it magnified all feelings in my add, but he also had me where he had been molding me for weeks—with a serious hunger for deep fucking and taste for some rough, hard, okay. And so fuck me he did, relentlessly. There was no way the toy was going to be able to punched in and yanked out, the way he had with the little beaded dildo at the beginning of the night. But he had the perfect tool for a Tina-craved size-queen twink who he had taught to crave bigger and harder things. He pulled it out and pushed it in, increasing the fuck speed by tiny amounts until he was long dicking my ass with the dildo, pulling it until the big head was in my first chamber, and then pushing it relentlessly forward, stretching and ruining my inner ring. I lay there, legs high over my head, so turned on I was tweaking my nipples and touching my body, feeling the giant tool rearranging my insides as I felt my abdomen move from the outside. My head was all over the place. The toys hurt, it felt amazing, it felt like someone was dragging a bowling ball in and out of my ass. It felt like I couldn’t live without someone using my hole like this every day. He fucked me for what felt like forever—I don’t know if it was 5 minutes or 40–but he delivered a final series of four harder nearly full length fucks of the dildo, each one causing me to cry out and writhe in pleasure and pain. “Like it when I fuck you like that?” Mark growled, delivering the final deep fuck. He pulled the the giant tool out of my hole too quickly and I cried out. As I went to put my legs down, panting from the ass workout. “Stay put,” he commanded, and lined the head of the dildo with my ass and in one push, the hardest and roughest he’d been, pushed the giant dildo through my anal ring, the giant head pushing and bruising my ass as it slipped easily through my second ring, and lodged itself deep in the furthest reaches of my colon. There was a pause. I was moaning heavily, panting, sweat streaming off of body from the intense fucking. My jumbled mind knew only that my hole was his to command, I could think about nothing other than getting more of that fullness, more of that fucking, more of that giant hardness stretching me. And then with slow and steady pressure Daddy pulled the giant tool out of my hole in own smooth motion. As the giant head entered the outer chamber of my ass he pulled harder, and my world exploded into stars and I yelled “Fuuuuuck” as the giant head pulled my asslips out into a giant rosebud. Mark said nothing, put the toy down, lit a cigarette, and turned his eyes to the porn on screen.

Mark’s teeth bit into my nipple while his hand pushed the big red anal bead into my hole. Pain and pleasure mixed in my head—the booty bump he had given me earlier made me feel like I needed his abuse. I craved this roughness. “I am gonna get real nasty with you,” he said in a low voice in my ear. “Leave your hole open and dripping wet.” At that exact moment I felt the big bead slide in, its coating of crisco smoothing the way, although the rough leather cord holding the beads together always hurt a bit. A sharp cry escaped my mouth, and at first I felt two full—the two big beads stretching my hole too much too fast. But then the feeling changed, as it always seemed to, into one of intense pleasure and I moaned, already craving more. Mark was the man who was training my hole, molding into the shape and size he wanted. We had met on a chat line—one of those now crazy-seeming, pre-internet ways I met guys to hook up with in the late 1990s. His voice had come on the line, a slight hint of Southern-good-old-boy in his voice, I said I was a total bottom, and did he like to use toys? His response was that he loved to use toys on bottom boys. And that he did. I was in my mid-20s then, 5’7”, a bit of a Twink, with dark blonde hair, decent body but no six pack. A flat skinny ass that Daddy loved to shave at the start of our sessions. Right after the first bump and then the series of deep enemas he gave me to get me ready for him. He was probably in his late 40s then, decent body that he didn’t work out. He was trim. Sort of a classic thinner dad bod. Dark brown hair in a conservative cut for his law firm job. Not a lot of body hair to begin with and he kept his cock and balls hairless. To be honest his cock was average, probably 7 inches hard. As a major size queen, it really didn’t turn me on. But Mark did turn me on. I loved how when I arrived at his door, usually late at night high on Tina and X from a night out, he made me strip in his living room and get on my knees and suck his cock. He always smelled of cigarettes and stale sweat and beer. His asshole, which he always demanded I worship during breaks in holeplay, tasted exciting and musty. I loved the feeling of submission I got from worshiping his asshole with my tongue. He bit my nipple again, and I felt him push the third bead against my hole, the rough leather cording hurting a bit. “Take a hit of poppers,” he said, “Let it in,”as he began to push hard. I took a big hit, holding it in and then letting it out in a rush. The third bead slowly began to push in, the feeling of fullness overwhelming me as my mind spun from the poppers. I felt my hole stretched hard, the other two beads shifting, trying to make space for this third one that my sir wanted to put in me. I struggled and moaned, but Mark just continued to press. The third one was always difficult, and sometimes just wouldn’t fit. It was one of the things I loved about Mark, his ability to make me ride the line between pain and pleasure. By this point we had got together maybe three times, but somehow he knew what I craved. He knew I craved the pain of a rough stretch but he never pushed it so hard it actually caused damage. The bead reached its widest point, and Mark gave it a harder push. It wouldn’t go in, but he kept it in position, making my hole accommodate the widest stretch possible. He bit my nipple again. “Open that hole boy,” he growled in my ear, “I want to take you deep.” The problem of the third bead was my inner ring—if it wasn’t stretched to take at least one of the other two beads, then the third one would never go in. His obsession with deep play scared me, to be honest, but on my way to his place in a cab I always vowed to be a good boy, to do what he demanded, to let him take my hole. At this point, my hole was feeling the pain a bit more than the pleasure. The rough leather cord, so exciting a minute before, was starting to hurt. Mark saw the change, and let the third ball pop out. “Keep those other two in boy,” he said, “Let daddy stretch you out.” He lay back to watch the fisting porn playing on the screen in his dimly lit bedroom while reaching for a cigarette. I knew I was expected to keep the balls in, but it was difficult. As I started to whine, Mark said, “Keep them in. In a few second you are going to be begging me for more.” And so I did I was told and kept the big beads inside. As I turned my attention ti the big dildos being used on the muscly bottom on screen, I began to feel the fullness as pleasure, and I put my legs up higher, exposing my hole more directly. It never failed, once I was relaxed and saw what was happening on screen I always begin to crave it again. I knew it was partially the Tina, but it was also me. Mark freed my need for submission, made me want to be hurt, to feel the pain and pleasure of my hole being stretched. “See pig,” Mark smirked, blowing cigarette smoke in my face, “I know just what my boy needs.” “Please sir, “ I begged, “use my hole.” Mark looked cross, and said “Not know, bitch, let me finish my cigarette.” He lay back, lightly stroking his meat, while watching the moaning bottom on screen get railed with a big toy. I lay beside him, fingers now moving around my hole, dipping into its greasy depths a bit. I knew better than to ask again, for if I did, he would slap me hard across the face for not listening, and then he would make me wait for a long time before he used my hole. While I wanted the abuse, I also needed my hole used while I was riding this high. So I kept my mouth shut, knowing I was here to be used in Mark’s way, on Mark’s time. If I wasn’t so honey I would be apprehensive—for when he pulled hard and removed the beads I was going to get quite a ride. It always was, and I always wanted more. I closed my eyes for a second, reveling in the feeling of the beads in my hole. I spread my legs wide, my body saying “fuck me.” And at that moment my master hole stretcher pounced. His teeth bit hard on my nipple as his hand yanked on the cord. There was a moment of equilibrium, when he pulled and the muscles in my ass resisted, but then it happened, the beads began their explosive way out of my ass. The feeling was indescribable, it definitely hurt but strangely it felt wonderful as the rough cord and huge rubber balls made their way out of my anal cavity. He was not being gentle today and just pulled hard until I saw stars and the first bead came out. I moaned loudly, expecting a break, but today there would be no rest—Mark wanted the second bead and my ass would give it. He continued to pull hard until I was panting and morning suddenly felt my insides turn out as the second ball was expelled. I lay back, legs still spread wide and asshole up, panting and feeling the delayed reaction as the nerve signals from my ass reached my head. I closed my eyes, expecting the usual minute of rest, when I felt Mark’s hands at my hole. Suddenly, something long and somewhat thin and ribbed was shoved hard up my hole. My eyes shot open in surprise as I felt the first of the little beads on the dildo enter my second hole. “You will open for me,” Mark said, “I will take you deep” as he pushed the beaded dildo home. By this point, I was gasping, my mind a jumble of pain and pleasure signals. It was the somewhat long, very stiff, pretty thin black beaded dildo he had just shoved in me. And it hurt. “Take a hit of poppers boy,” Mark said, “And get used to that feeling. That part of your hole is mine.” I did as instructed, and in seconds the deep dildo felt great. Now Mark was fucking me with it, gently taking the beaded diodo out of that deep place and putting it back, teaching me to crave attention in that space. He gave me a long final fuck, and shoved it home hard again. A low whine escaped my lips, and as my mouth opened, his tabaco-scented mouth covered mine, his tongue pushing half way down my throat. Only Mark could violate my mouth and ass at the same time and make it feel so right. He lay back and lit another cigarette. When we were partying, he smoked like a fiend. And while I normally didn’t like cigarettes, somehow it was associated with our sleazy sex and through the drug haze, was hot. I started to come down from the poppers and put my legs down. Again, watching the screen where a top was elbow fisting a boy in a sling. “You will get there, pig,” Mark said, as he leaned back, pointing at the screen. We relaxed this way for a bit. Sometimes my hole would throb around the beaded dildo and start to hurt. Then my hole would relax and the deep, deep, craving would come as I watched the fisting on screen. After about 10 minutes Mark reached over and I put my legs up, giving him access to my hole. He began gently fucking me with the beaded dildo again, working especially on that inner ring. He fucked me slow for a few minutes while I did poppers. After my second hit, he pushed the dildo in all the way, paused a moment, and in one hard yank pulled the beaded dildo out of my second hole and all the way out. It was the most pain he had ever caused me and I cried out. My hole was on fire as he had pulled my insides out. I started to whine, “You hurt me.” At that moment his whole hand entered my hole and his fingers began pushing and toying with my second ring. I felt a familiar burn as he deposited a huge booty bump from the inside of his palm. His fingers pushing most of it into my deeper place. Now my hole really was on fire. Within seconds the burning fire was replaced with the beginnings of another fire, that need to have my hole destroyed. He toyed with my inner ring for a minute, pushing one then two fingers in, and then quickly yanked his hand out. I lay back, panting, my body and my mind a jumble. To say I was turned on would be a massive understatement.I I was beginning to feel my world compress. My hole was taking over—it was the largest booty bump I had ever done, and Mark had used it to sooth the pain of the roughest fuck he had ever given me. He leaned back and smirked at me. “Feel good now?” My mind was a jumble, my heart racing, and the pleasure and need kept rising. I didn’t know it, but a booty bump got the Tina into my bloodstream just a fraction less quickly than injecting it. And my daddy had just given me a huge bump. My legs rose and my fingers began playing with my hole. “Want more do you, you little slut? Let’s take a little break while that warms you up for me,” he said, reaching for yet another smoke. “I wanna hear you beg me to fuck your hole.” He leaned back, ignoring me and focusing on the porn, a VHS tape onto which I had copied all of the Director ‘s cuts fisting scenes. I lay there, feeling the need in my hole continue to grow. Daddy had made a statement with that series of pain and pleasure moments. And that statement was that I was in his bed to get fucked deep. My fear of that was evaporating, as his masterful opening of my inner ring—and filling it with something guaranteed to make my inner hole crave it—began to take over. We lay there for a few moments, my desire to be filled growing more and more, and without even thinking, I began to beg. The video ended and the room got darker. I was so lost in my need I moved my head to his cock and began to suck, begging to be fucked. He moved his balls aside, indicating I should serve his asshole. As I did my ass rose as my desire to be used by him became overwhelming. He pulled me up and pushed me down beside me, filling my mouth with his tongue. And then I felt something big beginning to be pushed into my hole. I didn’t know what it was, only that I felt like a big plug, I struggled a bit with it and took a hit of poppers and it slid in. It felt like a plug but wasn’t, there was no base. He lay back and said nothing. I was too lost in the feelings of ecstasy to focus and just kept my hands on my nipples. A few minutes later Mark began to push again. This time what felt like an even bigger plug began to fill my ass. It felt huge and I struggled and panted. I huffed on the poppers and breathed deeply and suddenly my inner ring was stretched and then second plug went in while the first pass into my inner ring. I was know more open, more full, and fucked deeper than I had ever been. I panted and groaned and Mark just bit my nipple. I could have put my hands down to feel the toy, but I was too lost in ecstasy. All I knew was that this toy kept getting bigger. I felt incredibly stretched and full. And hornier than ever. “What is this toy?” I asked. “I thought the giant inflatable toy broke?” “It did,” Mark smirked, “Just enjoy this and you can see the toy when I am done.” I lay back, my mind a jumble of pleasure. The feeling of fullness was so complete, the room was quite dark now without the porn on screen, that I really just did what I needed to do: I enjoyed the feeling. I must have lain there with my legs up and my guts stuffed full for 10 minutes. Mark smoked another cigarette, then finally noticed the porn was off and went to put in another VHS tape. He lay down beside me on the bed and reached over and kissed me. As he did, he took the poppers from my hand. “No poppers now,” he said, “just breathe while I fuck your ass.” His fingers toyed at the entrance to my hole. It was stuffed so full he couldn’t get his fingers in, although he certainly tried. Suddenly, I felt a gentle pressure as he grasped the handle and began to push. I had taken big toys many times before. In fact, I could take a giant-headed dildo all the way deep, much deeper than a fist. But it was nothing like the feeling I felt now. He pushed very slowly and I groaned deep. It felt like he was driving a truck up my ass. Each of my rings began to stretch at the same time—the inner smaller plug going deeper in me than it felt like anything had ever gone, the second bigger plug stretching my second ring wider than it had ever been stretched, and my assring pulled so tight I feared it would pop. “Breathe boy, breathe deep,” he growled, “Let me take your ass and make it mine.” He kept up a slow and steady pressure (he really did now just how hard to push me) and slowly, agonizingly, the toy began it slow entrance. When it got to the widest part he stopped it, holding my each of the rings of my assrings gaping open at the widest point. I grunted. He leaned in an whispered in my ear, “That’s how I fuck my bitch,” and then he pushed it home. The feeling was incredible. I was moaning and panting, literally his bitch in heat. At that moment I knew I would do whatever he wanted me to do just to feel that incredible feeling again. Every big cock or big toy that had fucked me before faded away: this was my purpose. To be deep fucked by him. After I lay like this a few minutes, him whispering dirty talk about opening me up and fucking me deep, the feeling changed again. I was no longer too full. I needed more. This time, I actually reached down and felt the toy. It wasn’t all in side of me. After that last plug there was a short length of thick silicone before a wide flat flat and then a rigdged flat handle. My eyes went wide, and he said, “Yes, you have the entire big Manrammer in your pussy. And I see you want more,” he grinned. He reached down and slowly, slowly, pushed it the rest of the way in. He paused and I just begged, “Please fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” “Get used to that a second, and then we will see if I can fuck you with it,” he said, reaching again for his cigarettes. I lay there beside him still panting and squirming. After his cigarette was done, he reached down and I felt a burn. He had given me another small booty bump around the edges of the dildo! He started biting my nipples and slowly pushed and pulled on the dildo. It wouldn’t move much. I was begging him to fuck me with it, asking him to use my hole but it would only move a little. Even that felt incredible, but there was no way he was going to get much in and out motion—it was just too deep and too tight. It was my first deep fuck and I should have been proud. I was, but that deep need he had opened in my wanted more. After probably 20 minutes with it buried to the hilt, he gave me the poppers back and very slowly pulled the toy out. My body helped him expel the intruder—and each time the plug got out its widest point he would pause, making me feel the stretch, reminding me that he was the one in control not me. When it was just the final plug inside, he gently fucked my assring with it a few times and then pulled hard and out it popped. I lay there drenched in sweat, panting from the effort. It felt like my asshole had given birth multiple times. My hole hung open, I could feel the cool air of his bedroom, and his fingers toyed with my hole. I expected him to fist me, but instead he just toyed with my asslips, occasionally dipping his fingers inside, each time making me moan. He laid back, light a cigarette, and said, “How’d you like that?”

Ever since taking my first anon load and being called a faggot, I've been eager to try power exchange - being a submissive faggot to a superior man. With that goal in mind, I'd been chatting with someone on grindr who seemed to understand what I was feeling, and what I wanted to try. Given the added context of how much I loved being used anonymously, we both agreed that our first meeting in person would be sight-unseen. I was to show up at his address, enter his home and immediately strip and put on a blindfold. He'd use me sight unseen, and then once finished, would reverse the process, and I'd leave never having seen his face. Risky, perhaps, but horny-brain doesn't necessarily make the smartest decisions. The night I was supposed to show up, I was super nervous, and almost backed out at the last minute. But horniness prevailed, and heart pounding, I went over to his house, entered, stripped, and put on the blindfold. I knelt down on the floor, sweating, nervous, but extremely horny - my dick was rock hard - and I called out that I was ready. I heard footsteps approach, and someone stopped in front of me. "Stand up, faggot" Being called a faggot is like a magic word - my dick jumped upon hearing it. I stood, and was led and placed onto a mattress somewhere, on my back with my head leaning off the side. A cock was pushed up against my mouth - thick, and long enough to hit the back of my throat - and I started sucking. I gagged a few times, but did my best (I need more practice deep throating, clearly). After a few minutes of this, I was turned around so that my ass was off the side of the mattress, and I heard him spit onto his cock, and felt it push against my hole. I struggled a bit, a spit-only fuck wasn't something I had ever done before, but I wanted to please, so I did my best to relax my hole. The eroticism of the situation overrode any initial discomfort I was feeling, though. The feeling of a total strangers raw cock pushing its way inside me is such a turn on. "That's it faggot, take it all in", he said as he bottomed out in me. My dick twitched again. He fucked me for a while like this, before repositioning. He had me climb on top of him, so that I was riding him now, still blindfolded. "Are you a slut?", he asked. "Yes sir, I'm a slut!" "You're a whore, right?", he pressed further. "Yes sir" "You just let any dick in you, huh?" - "Yes sir" "I can have other guys here to fuck you?" - "Yes sir" "Good faggot." I had assumed this was just dirty talk, but then I heard footsteps approaching. Someone else got on the bed, and I felt a second cock pushed up against my lips, which I started sucking. Two cocks in me now was a first for me. This second guy would gag me with his cock when he pushed in deep, and this caused my hole to spasm. After a few rounds of this, the guy I was riding came in me. I felt a surge of emotion as he came inside me and remember thinking very clearly, I am a faggot and this is how it should be - men should use my body for their pleasure. We switched positions to doggy, with me on all fours, and I was now sucking the cock that had just cum in me, and could taste both my ass and also the cum he had just flooded me with. I could tell the second guy was close, as he started fucking me faster and faster. "You want my load, faggot?" - "Yes sir", I said, around a mouthful of cock. "Tell me you fucking want it, faggot!" - "Please cum in me sir, please, I need it" And with that I felt him shooting his load into me. I felt that same high as earlier. Each load deposited into my body was taking me further and further down the path of being a complete faggot - I wanted to please any and all men with my body. My pleasure would be derived only from pleasing other men. As he pulled out, I felt cum start to leak out of my hole, and then fingers scooping it up, and feeding it to me. I licked the fingers clean. "Such a beautiful faggot. I've got plans for you, faggot." - "Yes sir" With that, I was led back to the front of the house, and then told to wait 30 seconds then take the blindfold off and get dressed. I was still hard as a rock, and leaking. When I got home, I jerked off and came within seconds. Getting unexpectedly used by not one, but two anon cocks was such a thrill. I texted the guy with thanks, and found that he'd already texted me with a short video attached. Turns out he'd filmed the entire session - the part he sent me was me saying I was a slut and that I would let any dick in me. I was getting hard again even though I'd just cum - seeing myself used and speaking out loud what I wanted really cemented in my brain the fact that I really am a faggot. We've kept in touch since, and I am eager to be trained to be the best faggot I can be. I'm looking forward to what he has in store for me.

Suddenly, there was a heavy rainstorm. "Listen to that rain!" Ev exclaimed. "I've always thought of rain as nature's way of cleansing things. Right now, it's cleansing my inferior strain, Ev.1 to be replaced by yours and now mine, Wilhelm/Ev 2.0 which is indestructible. At this very moment, it's multiplying and replicating in my bloodstream. Med resistant SUPER AIDS is our Super strain and both you and I will live on through our virus for eternity!" Reaching down, Will caressed Ev's face with bony fingers. "You have a way with words. When you first proposed this, I thought it was merely some perverse, personal pleasure and I indulged you. Listening to your justifications and ramifications has made it much more meaningful and even intimate. If it makes a difference, I'm now just as committed to this as you are. This isn't just fucking for my strain, it's forging a permanent bond between us and as it's my last act, I do it proudly, willingly and yes, lovingly. Had we met years ago I think you'd have become the third man in our relationship and I'm certain Greg would've approved." "Needless to say, I was in lust with Wilhelm, my porn god/idol." Ev confessed. "Granted, it can't last but I find myself falling in love with Wil, the man. Handsome, warm and sweet, I value this time together." "As do I." Will said smiling broadly. "Here I am nearing the end of my life and you come along, bringing joy and happiness. Thanks to you, I don't even need to be comforted. Right now, more than anything, I need to fuck you! Let me get under you!" Ev rolled out of the way, allowing Will to get under him. Looking down, it was Wilhelm's cock throbbing and leaking precum. "You be a lazy top and I'll ride your lethal lance!" He said, impaling his ass on that magnificent cock. It was less than a minute before he was filled. He bounced up and down, feeling every ridge and vein. After the first fuck, it felt like Wilhelm's cock had found a home in his ass. Up and down, up and down! This wasn't his first time as an aggressive bottom but Ev found it enjoyable. There was a brilliant flash of lightning followed by a loud clap of thunder. Just then Will's/Wilhelm's cock spasmed as he reached climax. "Aauugghh, take me!" He grunted, as he spewed a second dose of his fatal fluids deep in Ev's ass. To be continued

I lay on the bed in the dark bedroom, my legs half up, my hole front and center. The only light came from the television where a hot Italian from NY wearing scrubs pushed a giant but plug into an angel-faced Twink on a hospital gurney. It was one of my favorite porn scenes, but it barely registered. My mind was a tangle of feelings, fleeting thoughts, and dark desires. I was still high from the booty bumps and the endorphin rush of what my daddy had just done to my hole. I felt the absence of the giant dildo deep in my hole like a newly-discovered phantom limb. It was an ache of something I’d lost, and although it was the first time I’d ever felt it, it felt like the loss of something essential that I needed and that always been with me. Little did I know that Mark had changed me permanently. More than 25 years later I would still remember that feeling and still feel the loss of the dildo from my hole every day, no matter how many other men reached near that spot. When I masturbated, could rarely come without thinking about it. He had found the core of me, stretched it, hurt it, and then healed it with crystal and his raw animal lust. And animal lust was where I was headed, lying in that bed next to Mark. He completely ignored me, engrossed in the action on screen as the top was now wearing long rubber gloves and deep fisting the twink. He stroked his meat with one hand while he smoked a cigarette with the other, adding to the faint haze in the room. He often did this, both giving me a chance to rest but also a chance for the need to grow. Timing a fuck was his special power. After what may have been 15 minutes or 30–by this point my head was well outside time and space— I did pass through the immediate experience. And there it was again—the phantom limb feeling became a need to be fucked again and soon turned into a nearly ravenous hunger for more. As I began touching my ass and playing with my nipples, Mark turned to me. “My bitch is in heat again.” Pointing to his cock, “Thank me with your hot mouth,” he commanded. I crawled between his legs, back arched and ass in the air, my posture begging him to use me. I sucked his cock, licked his balls, using my tongue in a desperate effort to give him pleasure. I cleaned the crisco off his tool, the same crisco that he had used on my ass. It tasted of my ass, his cigarettes, and probably bits of the Tina he used on me. When he was hard, I licked his shaft up and down, my tongue fluttering around his cock head in an effort to please him. He said nothing, just pushed my head down to his asshole while he took up pleasuring his own cock. His asshole still tasted of saliva from my last service maybe an hour ago, mixed with his sweat from the lines of Tina he had done as well as spots of the ubiquitous crisco, which by that point was everywhere on the bed and on our bodies. I cleaned all of it off with my tongue, lightly lapping around his anal ring. Once that was done, I fluted my tongue and darted up his hole, moving it around the inside. He said nothing—daddy never gave praise for me doing what he considered my basic service—but I knew I was doing a good job because he moved his legs up, giving me better access. He was in no rush, slowly jacking his cock while watching fisting porn, enjoying the feeling of a much younger twink worshiping his daddy hole. After what felt like 30 minutes of my serving him, the ravenous need in my hole began to overwhelm me. And that is when I began to really beg him. This was the part he loved, when the hot twink whose hole he commanded, began to work my way up his body, kissing and licking and whispering “Please, sir, please fuck my hole.” I would lick and suck his cock, pleasure his asshole, and then lightly tongue worship his thighs, stomach and nipples. He continued to ignore me, and just pointed at his hole. My tongue dove in deep, the desperation to please him so he would stretch me again overwhelming my endorphin-and-Tina-addled brain. I know it looked obscene. The young twink, dark blonde hair plastered with sweat, face shiny with drops of crisco and beads of sweat, mouth wide open, lips locked onto the older man’s asshole, his twink tongue probing deep as he could in a desperate attempt to give the older man pleasure. I also knew that there was no question who was serving whom here—this wasn’t like the Black top from Baltimore the week before at the bathhouse, who insisted he as the top would eat the pussy he fucked. He wasn’t letting my mouth stray from its deep throating of his cock. Only he, as the man, would enter me. And the next time my mouth was used by him was with his big fingers chocking down my throat me as he slammed his fat 10 inches into my ass over and over. No, this was more depraved and turned me on more. This was me deep cleaning the orifice my daddy used to expel waste. It was always clean—the most Mark was into scat was the obvious degradation I felt expelling the many, many enemas he gave me to start out the night on the toilet in front of him. But the implication was in the background of why he loved to make me serve him: I served as my daddy’s whore, my mouth cleaning the orifices he used to piss and shit. After another long round of even more enthusiastic tongue worship of his ass, my tongue going as deep as I could, he finally spoke. “Turn around and show me that hole,” he commanded. I eagerly got into position, my head down on the bed, legs spread wide, back arched and ass up. I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart showing Mark his latest handwork. Immediately I felt his fingers roughly enter me, toying and playing, sawing in and out. I let out a low whine and backed up, body writhing in pleasure. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” I heard him say, “I’ve got you all warmed up now.” I just moaned and tried to take more of his fingers into my now nearly flaming pussy. I then felt him take his cock and roughly ram it into my hole. I started to lose balance so I took my hands away from my asscheeks and used them to steady myself on the bed. “Special treat for you now,” he said darkly, and that’s when I felt his warm chempiss squirting against the inside of my hole. Almost immediately the familiar warmth and tingle of the Tina-saturated liquid began to take me higher. The pleasure was so intense I started to wiggle and moan. Then I felt a sharp slap on my ass. “Stay still cunt, don’t you lose a drop of my hot piss,” Daddy commanded, “Keep that stomach down so it can get deep inside you.” I pushed my stomach down and immediately the piss flowed into my inner ring, which felt much more open after his deep intense toy fuck. His piss was going much deeper than it ever had before. The warmth and tingling brought incredible pleasure, and the hunger to be used, already intense, took on a darker dimension. All I could think about was my hole and having it used and abused. I didn’t care how stretched open he made it, I just wanted it destroyed. Daddy finished with a satisfied grunt, and I felt him push a medium-sized plug in. The plug slid in easily, its diameter much smaller than what had been in there not long before. “Gonna have to get you a bigger one, you hungry hole,” I head Daddy say, “Pussy is getting too loose for that one.” I started to turn to lie on the bed when I felt him deliver a super hard slap on my ass. I startled and my hole clamped like a vise around the ring of the diodo. “Stay still, bitch, and let that all get deep inside you,” he commanded, “You don’t move until I say so.” Mark leaned back, stroking his meat, and started watching porn. He stuck one foot out, his toes toying with my Tina shriveled cock and balls, occasionally pressing hard against the plug lodged in my ass. I put my head and stomach down, ass up, and waited.

Part One: At Home It’s the end of the semester, and I have no obligations for a couple of weeks. The past few months have been rough, and I really need to blow off some steam. And even though I’ve gotten laid now and again during the semester, I haven’t had a chance to enjoy a nice long session to really work over my hole, let my freak flag fly, and show how much of a power bottom I can really be. I’ve reached out to a few friends with benefits who like heavy play and partying, and I’ve told them what I’m up to and when I’ll get started. My goal is basically to party hard and feel like I have a revolving door on my place so that when one guy leaves, another shows up to pick up where the previous one left off. Oh, and speaking of goals, I have a few things on my sexual bucket list I’ve yet to get around to. I’m hoping the evening will morph into an epic bender that gets me so slutty and depraved that I can tick a few accomplishments off that list. Each of the guys I’ve invited over has a reputation for being really good at doing something in particular to me, and on this bender, I want to have each of them push my limits just a little further than they think I can go. I want to become a sex-crazed super-slut. Chapter 1: Daddy First on my list is a guy who likes it when I call him “Daddy”. At this point, that’s his name as far as I’m concerned. He’s the guy who first introduced me to chemsex, and by now, our play sessions have a lovely sort of routine to them. He’ll come over late at night, get me high, fuck me off and on for hours on end, and then as the sun starts to rise, he’ll take a quick hit of poppers, breed me, and head home. The routine is fairly simple, but he’s a great fuck—one of those guys who has a moderate-sized dick but *really* knows how to use it—and he’s one of the few people I know who can stay hard when he’s high. It works great for me! I’m starting my weekend with him because he’ll get me loosened up and horny as hell, ready to take on more after he leaves. He also likes being the first to use my hole, and he doesn’t like groups, so he has to be first or nothing. And because I don’t want to miss out on a great fuck, I definitely start with him. I text him to make sure we’re set and to get the ball rolling. “Hey, Daddy. We still on for 10:30? I’m all set here and ready to be used and abused all night long.” I didn’t have to wait long for his reply. “Sounds good. I’ll be there in about an hour. Can’t wait to see my boy and get inside his tight little hole.” “And I can’t wait to feel my Daddy’s big balls slamming against my ass while you bury your dick inside me.” “That’s a good boy. You sound like you’re hungry tonight.” “Oh, I am, Daddy. I want to see how much I can take.” “Nice. I’ll come take care of you in about an hour. See you soon.” That gives me an hour to put the finishing touches on my preparations. I make sure there are plenty of sports drinks in the fridge, that my party playlist is on the speakers (chilled house music is my favorite), and that the right porn playlist is ready on the television (groups and gang bangs, mostly). I also make sure all my toys, lubes, and washcloths are clean and easy to get to. I have puppy pads and nail files at the ready for when we get into the heavier play. And we *will* get into the heavier play tonight. I need to get my hole opened wide. I’m so anxious to get my evening started that I want to have something in my ass, stretching me open just a bit, getting me used to thinking about my hole all the time. I find my standard butt plug, rub a thin film of vaseline on it, and slowly slide it into my hole. I’m way tighter than I want to be, but I’m sure Daddy will be perfectly fine with that. He’ll take it as a challenge, and he’ll break me in for the night. Butt plug in place, I make sure my outfit sends the right message. I have on a slim-fitting tank top, plus silky basketball shorts covering a comfortable jockstrap. I want to look the part of my Daddy’s boy, and I want to be ready to bend over and take him with as little fuss as possible. With only a few minutes left to go before he arrives, I sit on my couch and start playing with myself, turned on by the prospect of what’s about to happen—not that I know the details, but that’s part of the excitement. I’m also turned on knowing this is the last real erection I’m going to have for a few days once Daddy’s party favors take effect. I decide to enjoy the feeling of my engorged cock, and I lean back for a nice stroke. I don’t want to get off, but I do want to make myself feel good to sort of set the mood and get me in the right frame of mind. I enjoy a few minutes of masturbation before I hear Daddy’s car pull up the driveway. “Well,” I think, “that’s the last use I’ll get out of my dick for a while now.” I tuck my cock back into my jock as it’s already going soft. I guess it knows what’s coming. I make sure there’s a spot in the dining room for him to set down his bag and a clear space on the table to prepare things before they’re administered. Just then I hear a knock on the door, and my heart skips a beat. It knows that sound means I’m about to commit to an extended cardio workout. One I’m going to thoroughly enjoy. I head to the door and let him in. We hug and say our hellos. I walk him over to the table in the dining room as we exchange pleasantries. “Can I get you something to drink, Daddy? Want a whiskey or a martini?” “A whiskey would be lovely.” “Can I try one too?” He plays along. “Don’t tell anyone, but sure. Tonight’s gonna be a special night.” We enjoy toying around with age play every now and again, making up little fictions about me being underage, or things that Daddy and I did while I was growing up, that sort of thing. I like it because it makes me feel like what we’re doing is even dirtier than it is. It adds a layer of [banned word] to what’s already good, drug-fueled sex. Before I pour the alcohol, I fill a low ball glass with warm water and set it on the table next to the favors Daddy’s laying out on the table. He thanks me, and we both go about our tasks. I couple minutes later I return with two glasses of neat scotch. We toast and sip, and Daddy fills two needle-less syringes with water. He shakes them around a bit, then looks at me. “Ready?” he asks. “Boy, am I ever,” I say. I know the way he likes to administer, so without another word, I set down my glass and head to the living room. I get up on the couch on my knees and lean over the back of it. I’ll be back here later tonight to get fucked doggy-style, I’m sure of it. But for now, it’s less energetic and more like a ceremony. I gently lower my shorts to expose my fuzzy ass, framed by the straps of my jock. Daddy moans. “You have such a nice ass, boy. I can’t wait to get inside that thing.” “It is all yours, Daddy. I want to see how much you can open me up tonight.” “Oh, I will boy. I will. But let me give you something here to get you started.” I moan a bit and turn to face the wall, making sure I look obedient, trusting, and compliant, not skeptical or curious. Daddy can put whatever he wants into my hole, without question. “Whoops. There’s something in the way.” He means the butt plug, which I’ve been too distracted to even think about. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Daddy. Here, let me get that real quick.” I reach back, grab hold of the base of the plug, and without hesitating tug on it until the whole plug slides right out. I grunt a little as the thickest part passes my entrance, but I definitely didn’t take my time removing it. “That’s okay, boy. Daddy likes seeing that you’re preparing yourself. That’s very thoughtful. And don’t worry, you can put that plug back in once I give you this dose.” At that, I feel the syringe press against the entrance to my hole. I relax and push out a bit, helping to guide it in. Daddy slides the syringe in to the base and asks, “Ready?” “Please, Daddy. I’m ready. Turn me into your bottom bitch.” “Oh, you’re already that, my boy. This will just make sure you’re committed to being used.” “Yeah, Daddy. Please give it to me. Please bump my boy hole. Get me high and use me.” “Fuck yeah,” he said. “That’s right, boy. You know I’m gonna use you right tonight. Starting…now.” Then I hear a squirting sound and a click as the plunger hits bottom, expelling the bump into my waiting and eager hole. Daddy says, “Let’s give that just a second, and then you can put your plug back in to make sure that all stays in, okay?” “Okay, Daddy. I just want to make you happy.” “And I just want to make my boy feel good.” “Oh, I already do, Daddy.” “Well hold on, kiddo, cuz you’re about to feel great.” Daddy pulls out the syringe, and I quickly put my butt plug back in, eager to be sure nothing has a chance to leak out. I pull up my shorts and retrieve my drink before taking a seat on the couch again. I watch as Daddy squirts in his bump, too, and then he goes back to doing stuff with his party favors, probably putting a couple things away. He gets his drink and sits next to me on the couch. We just casually chat for a while. He asks me about school, I ask him about his home-improvement projects and the latest vacation he took. After a while, he asks, “How much have you been getting laid recently, my boy?” He says this right as my hand absently moves down to my crotch to give it a squeeze, and I start playing with myself. “Not as often as I need, that’s for sure,” I say. “Aww, that’s too bad,” Daddy says. “A sexy, eager boy like you should be getting dick from all over campus.” “That’s true,” I say. “And I make sure all the guys know I’m happy to help any time they need to get off. I just think exams got in the way this time. We were all so busy, it made it hard to relax.” And with the thought of relaxing, I remove my shirt, toss it aside, and lean back in my seat. My hands go right back to my crotch, keeping my attention focused on my arousal. “Man, I haven’t gotten fucked in such a long time. I really need it bad. I have a lot of pent-up horniness that I need to get out.” The thought of letting out what was pent-up inside makes me strip off my shorts and throw them out of the way, and I spread my knees wide open, exposing my entire front side. It’s obvious now to us both that my bump has started kicking in. The excitement of that realization makes my pulse start to quicken, which of course helps circulate things through faster, and I start breathing a little heavier as my hands continue running all over my shrinking cock and balls. I touch the plug that’s still in my hole, which focuses my brain for a second. “Daddy, can I take out this plug? I want your cock in me, instead.” “That’s a good boy. Why don’t you keep it there for a little bit longer. Before you take out your plug, come over and get Daddy’s dick hard. That way I can shove it inside you once your plug is out, and you won’t sit there with an empty hole.” “Oh, good idea!” I say. I immediately stop playing with myself (because now I have a job to do), turn over onto my hands and knees, and move closer to Daddy’s crotch. I take in his clean, masculine scent. I nuzzle his massive, low-hanging balls. I wrap my hand around his cock and squeeze it gently. Then I take his dick into my mouth and begin to nurse it, willing it to grow. It doesn’t take long at all before he’s about half-hard. Apparently Daddy is pretty horny, too. “That’s a good boy,” he says. “Daddy has missed you. I’ve missed your lips, I’ve missed your ass, and I’ve missed your tight little boy hole.” He rests his hand on the back of my head. “Just a little bit more, and I think it’ll be time for me to slide inside my boy.” I grunt with enthusiasm and go to town on Daddy’s cock, trying as hard as I can to make it as hard as it can get. I show him how ready I am by deep-throating him while arching my back. Basically, I try to look like I’m in heat, because that’s more and more how I’m feeling as the bump continues to take hold. I moan while his dick is in my mouth, knowing he’ll appreciate the extra vibration. It seems to work because I feel him press his hand a bit more firmly on the back of my head. He’s getting into this. Obviously, so am I. “Good boy,” he says. “Take Daddy’s cock. Choke on it. Get it nice and wet so it’ll slide right into your tight little hole.” I do as he says, gulping all the way down to the base of his cock, looking up at him, and holding still until I can’t last a moment longer and have to come up gasping for air and wiping my face. I let the drool drip down his dick, making it a wet and slobbery mess. “Well done, my boy. My dick looks good and ready. Now show Daddy where you want me to put it.” With a burst of excitement, I hop up and resume the doggy-style position we used for my bump. After taking out the plug and setting it aside, I reach back with my hands and pry open my ass cheeks, giving him a clear view of my willing and eager hole. I start to whimper a bit out of anticipation for the feeling of Daddy’s dick entering me for the first time in weeks. I want him inside me so bad it almost hurts. “Look at that beautiful hole, just waiting to be filled,” Daddy says. “That boy hole sure looks ready to me.” I feel him place the head of his cock at the entrance to my hole. “Is my boy ready to take his Daddy’s cock?” In response, I don’t say a word, but I moan and push my body back against his waiting dick. I feel my hole straining against the pressure of his cock head, resisting the first penetration of the evening. I lean back a bit further and push my hole out to give him even better access. “That’s right, boy,” he says. “Open up for your Daddy’s cock.” Then I feel a glob of his warm spit land right where his dick presses into me. Daddy uses his cock to spread the natural lube around, then applies pressure once again to my hole. This time, I easily open up and grant him access, and he slides right in. He and I both moan as we enjoy that first feeling of penetration, knowing this is what we both want right now, and knowing this is just the start of a whole night of physical intimacy. “Oh yeah, Daddy,” I moan. “Push that big dick all the way into my tight little boy hole.” He continues applying pressure, and his cock keeps sliding in, bit by bit, until he eventually reaches the hilt. His entire raw cock is inside me, and I feel his enormous balls resting against my ass. I feel like I’m in heaven. This is exactly what I need right now. Well, sort of. I need to be filled, but I need it deep and hard and intense. Basically, I need more. I reach back, grab the back of Daddy’s legs, and pull him into me, making sure he’s buried as deep as he can get. That motion lets me take another quarter inch or so, and I moan with pleasure at my small success. “That’s right, baby. You know you want it deep. Take all of Daddy’s dick all the way inside you.” “Yeah, Daddy. I want all of it. Oh, fuck me Daddy. Please. Please pound your cock into my hole. Loosen me up and fuck that hole as hard as you want.” “Are you sure, baby? You sure you can take Daddy’s pounding?” “Yes. Yes, please. I want it. I need it. Please pound me, Daddy. Give me that big Daddy dick. Fucking use my hole.” “Okay, baby. But you tell me if it gets too rough or too uncomfortable, okay? Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you.” “Okay, Daddy. I will. But I’m sure I can take it. I just want you to use my hole so it makes you feel good. Stretch me open and fill me up, Daddy. Please.” “That’s my boy,” he says. “You know what you’re made for. You were born to take dick. Your Daddy made you to take his cock. I raised you to be a cumdump, didn’t I? I trained you to take cock and cum whenever you can get it, didn’t I? And you’ve grown up to be such a sexy, handsome, and eager bottom. You make your Daddy so proud.” Throughout all of this, Daddy has been sliding his cock in and out, fucking me deliberately, from just the head inside until he’s buried to the hilt, then back out again. And he’s been steadily picking up his pace and building up a rhythm. When he said I make him proud, he grabbed hold of my hips with both his hands. I know I’m in for a ride now, if he’s holding on like that. Sure enough, his pace and intensity quickly escalate. Soon Daddy is pounding me almost frantically, slamming his cock deep into my hole and making his big balls slap against my ass. I steady myself with the back of the couch, doing my best to hold steady so he can use me how he wants. The onslaught continues for several minutes, with each of us grunting our approval when something feels particularly good, like when I feel him go that little bit deeper than normal or when he feels me squeeze his dick just a little bit tighter when it’s buried inside me. We show our appreciation for each other without slowing down the pace. Soon, his thrusts become almost erratic, and he’s nearly pulling out with every stroke. He grunts every time he rams his cock into me, making his breath quicken. With any other guy, I would think he’s getting close. But not my Daddy. I know he’s just reaching the end of a set. A few thrusts later, and he holds still with his dick buried all the way inside me. He grunts a few times, pulsing his cock, and I milk his dick with my hole, squeezing out any precum that didn’t gush out yet. “Fuck, that’s a nice hole,” Daddy says, once he’s calmed down a bit. “Only because you made it that way,” I say. “You learn well, my boy,” he says. “Why don’t we move into the bedroom so we can get more comfortable?” “Sounds good,” I say. And a moment later, his dick slides out of my hole. I immediately reach back to finger my hole, and I moan when I feel how slick and wet it is. Daddy’s cock amazes me with how much precum it leaks. It’s like my hole gets wetter while he fucks me. That little bit of spit at the beginning is probably all we’ll need all night because his cock will keep oozing precious precum the whole time it’s inside me. Daddy sees me playing with my hole. “Looks like somebody likes how his hole feels.” I just moan in response, lost in the sensations of fingering myself. “You can’t imagine how good that hole feels to me.” “Oh, I don’t have to,” I say. “I know how good your cock feels inside my hole, and that’s all I need.” “You’re such a good boy. Now come on,” he says, gesturing for me to follow him. “You can keep playing with yourself in the bedroom. I promise. And in a few minutes, you can get more of Daddy’s cock in you, too.” I moan again and wander into the bedroom. The bump has taken hold, and I’m basically mindless, constantly thinking about feeling and filling my hole. “Here,” Daddy says, patting the bed. “Lie down beside me for a bit. I want to watch you play with yourself. I like seeing you enjoy the pleasure you bring yourself when you’re in this mood.” I lie next to him in bed, the lengths of our torsos touching. I lift my legs up and go right back to fingering my hole. “You mean this mood where I’m desperately horny?” “Oh, you aren’t desperate yet, my boy. You are pretty horny, though.” “Oh?” I frown a little, confused. “When will I get desperate?” Daddy chuckles. “Well, that depends. Do you *want* to be, or are you having enough fun as it is?” “No, I’m having fun already,” I say. “And that fuck felt great. I love being horny like this so I can focus on making you feel good, Daddy. But if I getting me even more horny would help me be even better at making you feel good, I would like that. I want to be the best bottom I can be. I want to be the bottom you deserve, Daddy.” “That’s a good boy. You always take good care of me,” he says. “But if we make you get desperate, that penis of yours that you’re fondling is going to shrink and go away. Are you okay with that?” Ironically, the thought made my dick plump up a bit. I like seeing my tiny little penis when I get high, especially because it makes it easier for me to ignore my dicklet and pay attention only to my hole. I look up with a smile. “Of course I’m okay with that, Daddy. It means I get to pay attention to your grown-up penis, instead of my useless kid-sized one. Let’s make it disappear!” Daddy chuckles. “Okay, boy, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He sits up and looks down at me right as my fingers hit a good spot around my hole, and I exhale and close my eyes. Daddy says, “You keep playing like that. I’ll be back in just a minute.” I’m lost in that mental fog masturbation can bring while I’m high, where things going on around me don’t really register because the things I’m doing to myself feel so good. I don’t really hear him leave, but I notice when he comes back in. “You look comfy,” he says. “I almost hate to interrupt.” “Are we going to make my penis disappear?” I ask. “In a minute,” he says. He walks over to the bed and stands right beside it, leaning his thighs against the mattress. But first, I want you to get Daddy’s dick hard again.” That snaps me out of my fog and calls me to attention. I immediately turn over onto my side and move so my face ends up in his crotch. I moan from the smell alone, and then I suck his cock into my mouth and basically start worshiping it with my lips. Every so often, a drop of precum leaks out, and I moan all over again, melting from the sweet taste of that nectar. “That’s it, boy. Work that precum out of your Daddy’s dick. Get me hard again and ready to slide into your hungry hole. Once I’m hard, you’ll get my cock and an extra little treat.” He’s teasing me. He knows how much I love the taste of his precum and getting booty bumped. Talking about both almost makes me beg. But there’s a penis in my mouth, so I have a job to do. I keep sucking, and Daddy’s cock keeps growing. A few minutes more, and I feel his hand on my head. “Your mouth feels amazing, boy. I think we’re both ready for more, don’t you?” I take the hint and turn around, presenting my hole to him, lining it up with his now-hard cock at the edge of the bed. I move back a bit, rubbing my ass crack against his cock. I angle my hips up and down, masturbating him with my butt. “Yeah, that hole looks ready,” he says. “Let me make this extra-good for you.” Daddy looks down at something in his hands, and I see him opening a dime bag. He tips it over slightly and taps the bottom, putting some powder directly on the head of his cock. I stay still so I don’t make him spill any. He re-seals the bag and sets it to the side. “Here you go, boy. I have a little treat for you. Now open your hole and let your Daddy in.” I reach back and pry apart my cheeks, giving him full view of my ass and easy access to my hole. “So beautiful,” he says. “Here you go boy. Take Daddy’s cock…and everything on it.” He pushes his dick past my sphincter, and I make a small grunt. He slides all the way in because I don’t offer any resistance. My hole wants him all the way inside, and the promise of another bump makes me eager to please. “There you go,” he says. “Open up for Daddy and absorb his gift.” As I moan in response, Daddy starts building up his rhythm, getting a full-speed fuck going before I even feel the burn from what he gave me. “Oh, nice,” he says. “You’re ready to really get fucked, aren’t you boy?” I don’t say anything, but I lean further down and stretch my arms forward on the bed, showing my complete release to whatever he wants to do to me. “That’s it, boy. Take Daddy’s cock.” He grabs hold of my hips and starts slamming his dick into me faster and faster. I have to reposition my arms to help brace against the pounding. After a few more minutes, he repositions me, climbing onto the bed and changing the angle of my hole. After a few minutes in that position, he lies on his side and pulls me beside him. Then he repositions one of my legs. Then he straightens up, and we’re in missionary position. While in that position, I get to watch beads of sweat build up on Daddy’s forehead and fall onto my torso as he really exerts himself. The exchange of bodily fluid turns me on, and the liquid, cooled as it falls, feels almost refreshing when it lands on me. That’s good, too, because I’m starting to sweat a ton myself because of that most recent bump. A short while later, Daddy slows down, panting, and collapses on the bed beside me. “That was good,” he says. “Daddy’s working hard and needs a bit of a break.” “Yes, you are good,” I say with a smirk. “And I like you best when you’re hard. Or working hard.” After taking a few calming breaths, I sit up. “You stay here, and I’ll go get us some drinks to help cool down.” “Thank you, my boy. I’ll just lie here for a bit.” And that’s how things went for quite a while: He would fuck me senseless in all sorts of positions, wear himself out, take a little break, then I’d get him hard again and he’d go right back to pounding my hole. I was in heaven, getting used good and fucked raw all night long. After about four or five hours of this, while he’s plowing me, he says, “I think your Daddy might be ready to give you something special. Where are your poppers?” I get excited because I know any time he asks for those, he’s ready to blow his load. And boy am I ready for it. I grab my poppers, give the bottle a shake, and hand them over to him. I need daddy’s seed, and I tell him so as he holds the bottle up to his nose. “Yeah, Daddy. Huff those poppers then breed your boy’s bare hole.” Daddy sniffs the bottle. He reseals the lid and hands it back to me. I take a quick hit from the bottle then encourage him one more time by begging. “Please charge me up, Daddy. Please.” That’s all he needs to get really worked up. He starts pummeling me, ramming my hole like it’s an anger fuck. For all the hours we’ve been fucking, this is by far his most aggressive sex of the whole night. He’s almost wild with energy and libido. His eyes close. His face grimaces. His pace quickens. “You ready? You ready, my boy? You want Daddy’s seed? Want me to give it to you?” I mumble a few “fuck yeah”s, but I doubt he even heard me. “Well here…it…comes!” And with that, he grunts so loud it’s almost a scream, and he thumps his hips against my butt four or five more times while I savor the feeling of his cock throbbing inside my hole, feeding me my first load of the night. It’s the perfect reward for the course and hours of work we both just did. Daddy grunts, pants, and sighs several times as his heart rate and breathing both try to come back to normal. Dumping the load took a ton of energy out of him, and he collapses beside me on the bed, panting and dripping with sweat. His face grows calm and sleepy as a satisfied smile spreads across mine. I’m smiling because his fresh load just jump-started my craving, and I know this party is only getting started. After a few minutes of relative quiet, Daddy starts to shuffle around a bit. He eventually lifts his head and looks at me, my face filled with a devilish grin as I slowly finger my freshly fucked hole. “Well you look like you’re up to something,” he says. “I do have an idea, yes,” I say. “What’s that? What naughtiness are you dreaming up?” “I want you to open me up. I want you to fist me. I want you to push your load deeper in and stretch out my hole. That’s my idea.” “Well look at you,” Daddy says. He pats my head and tousles my hair. “Someone’s in a piggy mood.” “Yeah, your fucking really gets me going. I’m so horny right now. And your load feels so good in my hole. I don’t want to let it go. I want to feel your fist inside me.” Daddy starts teasing me a bit, toying with the idea. He turns onto his side and props his head up to be able to see and talk to me more easily. That position also means his other hand can easily reach out, and so it does—right over to my hole. He lightly brushes my hole with his fingers. My eyes close, and I gasp, sensitive to the attention. “Oh, wow. You *are* really worked up now, aren’t you?” He smirks a bit as he applies a little pressure with his fingers flat across my hole. “Quite a bit,” I say. “Please, Daddy? Would you fist me?” “Hmmm,” he says. He balls up his hand and presses his fist flat against my hole. I accidentally let out a whimper. “You *really* need this, I can tell,” he says. I moan and pull my legs back to show him how badly I want to give him access to everything. Daddy then extends a single finger and reaches up to point at my mouth. I need no instructions at all. I open my mouth, close my eyes, and accept Daddy’s finger into my mouth. I close my lips around it and moan. I wrap my tongue around it and make it as wet as my dry mouth can get it. What I lack in saliva I make up for with enthusiasm—I make out with his finger, knowing he’s about to put it inside my hole. Daddy slowly draws his finger out from between my lips, savoring the attention and leaving me with a look of craving on my face. I look so hungry, and he knows it. Then I feel his finger at the entrance to my hole. Daddy twists it around a bit and then applies pressure. It starts gently but gets serious quickly. Daddy’s determined. He pushes a bit harder, and his fingertip slips just past my outer ring. I groan. Daddy wiggles his finger this way and that, a little in and a little out, warming me up. “Hmmm. Somebody’s pretty tight. I’m not sure you could take my fist right now.” I almost cry on the spot. I whimper and relax my hole as much as I can. I don’t push out because I don’t want his load to leak from me. “Yeah, you’re really tight,” he says. “Maybe we can do something about that.” My face lights up. He’s toying with me. Daddy’s thinking of something, and he wants to tease. I don’t pry, because I want him to take as long as he wants. Daddy should enjoy this, and I’m so desperate for something in my hole that I’ll let him do almost anything. “Yeah, I don’t think you’re ready just yet. I think you need a little help. Maybe a little powdered help.” I feel a tingle run from my cock all the way up to my face. He means a bump. Daddy wants to give me another bump to loosen up my hole. He’s seriously going to fist me, and he’s gonna get me flying first. “What if,” he continues, “I put a little bump in your hole to help you open up for me?” A smile breaks across my face. That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. I’m still high off the other bumps earlier in the evening, though I can tell they’re wearing off a bit. He’s gonna get me back up again. I almost shake with excitement. “Daddy, you can do whatever you want to my hole. You know you can put anything in my hole that you think I can take. And I can definitely take another bump. And with that help, I know I can take your whole hand, easy.” He suddenly looks worried, but I can see a smirk crossing his lips. “Are you sure? I don’t want to overwhelm my boy.” “I know I can do it, Daddy. I can take another bump. Let me show you what I can take. Help me get high and loose, just for you.” Now he openly smiles back at me. “Okay, boy. But only if you’re sure.” “Oh, I am. I need your fist inside me, and soon.” “You stay right there, boy.” “Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy. I’m excited.” “I am, too, my boy. I want to see you open up and take Daddy’s fist. Now you stay right there. Don’t go anywhere.” With that, he gets up and disappears into the other room, where his supplies are. I start squirming with anticipation, eager to get even more spun up and stretched open. Daddy re-entered the room, dime bag in hand. “Well here we are. Think this will help?” I just moaned. “Yeah, I think so, too,” he says. “Now let’s see. You keep your legs pulled back, and I’ll do the rest.” And so I do. I keep my knees back at my ears while my hands keep making their way back to my hole. I can’t stop fingering myself. I’m already this high, and I’m about to get another bump? This is gonna be good. “Hmmm,” he says. “You’re pretty tight, and I want to make sure I can slide right in. Let’s get you a good one.” At this, I don’t even try to hide my smile. Daddy’s gonna get me seriously fucked up. Daddy tilts the bag over and taps the bottom. I watch the small piles of whitish powder fall like snow and slide down toward the bag’s edge…and Daddy’s waiting fingers. He keeps tapping as the flakes start to fall from the bag—first a dusting, then a layer, then a small pile. “There,” he says. “That should do.” My excitement leaks out as a small sound, something like a squeak. “Oh? Not enough? Does my boy think he needs more to be able to take Daddy’s whole hand up his tiny little boy hole?” Oh my god. He’s seriously pushing me hard tonight. This is gonna be an awesome ride. He taps the baggy a couple more times, and the small piles of dust on his fingers grow just a bit bigger—and so do my eyes. I want this to happen so badly. I start whimpering. “Oh, fuck Daddy. That looks so good. Please slide that inside me. Please burn my insides with that big bump. Fuck me up. Get me spun. Fist my hole. Just please, Daddy. Please put it inside me!” He chuckles at my desperation. The playfulness on his face shows me how much he’s enjoying the tease. “Alright, my boy. But just because you asked nicely. Now spread open that hole. We want to make sure it all goes in now, don’t we?” My hands, already preoccupied with my hole, are all too happy to assist. I grab my cheeks and pull them apart. Then I grab closer to my hole and spread wider. I relax my hole and pull the lips open just a bit. Then I feel a drop of cold as Daddy squirts a little bit of lube on the entrance, making sure he’s able to slide in. It’s still early enough in my adventure that I’m not yet gaping. Yet. “That’s a good boy. Now hold it open like that while Daddy slides inside.” He presses his fingertips on my hole. I press back and open wider. I feel a drop of his cum drip out of me and onto his hand. “Uh oh! Looks like someone sprung a leak. Here, let’s push that back in.” Then, Daddy pushes his fingers into me and rubs them along the inner walls of my hole, scraping my insides with the grit of the dust. With that, he commits me to a ride, and I have no clue what’s in store. I can’t wait to find out where this extra dose takes me. “Fuck yeah,” I say. “Push your cum into me, please.” I feel the dryness of the powder on his fingers within the wetness of my hole. “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for taking care of me.” Now that he’s administered more of the drug and knows I’m headed toward a whole day of depravity, he suddenly gets darker and nastier then he’s been before. “You’re right, my boy. I always take care of my fuck toys. I need to keep you in the right frame of mind, the right condition. And you know what that is, don’t you, my boy?” “A tweaked-out cumslut chempig?” Daddy smiles wide and says, “Good boy.” He pushes his freshly lubed fingers deeper into me, obviously making sure to spread around the powder and start loosening me up with the same movement. “And that’s just what you’ll be in a couple minutes—Daddy’s little chemwhore.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. You’ll get to watch my new high kick in while your fist is inside me.” “That’s the plan,” he says. And so our fisting session begins, with him settling into a rhythm of pushing, twisting, and stretching with his fingers, trying to loosen me up while waiting for the newly administered drug to enter my bloodstream and affect both my brain and my ass. We both know it will take a while. We aren’t going to rush anything, but I can tell Daddy doesn’t want to wait to get inside me. “Take a hit of those poppers, boy. A big, long hit.” I open the bottle and inhale slowly, once through each nostril. “Good boy. Again.” Just hearing him call me a good boy makes me melt a little, even before the poppers kicked in. Daddy must feel that, too, because he presses a little harder into my hole as I relax. Then, one right after the other, almost at the same time, the poppers hit me, Daddy’s hand pops inside me, and I feel the powder’s burn. The rush is incredible, and I lose myself in the sensations. With a single grunt, I release and relax and let Daddy take over. “Thaaaaattaboy. There you go. Now you’re opening up,” he says. “That didn’t take you very long.” He smirks at me. “Maybe you didn’t need that extra bump after all.” And then with a full smile spread across his face, he lightheartedly adds, “Oops.” “Maybe I didn’t need it, but Daddy I really want it. I want it to hit me hard. I want to get spun out like those guys I see on the videos you show me.” “The ones where the well-behaved bottoms go crazy and become animals begging to be filled?” “Yeah, Daddy. Those guys. I wanna be one of those guys.” “We’ll get you there, my boy. Just give it a few more minutes.” As we say this, his pace quickens. He’s now moving his fist back and forth inside my hole, never pulling out, just letting me feel fullness, then pressure, then fullness again. I’m moaning while I’m not talking, and my eyes stay closed so I can focus on my hole. Daddy sees how much I’m into it. “Looks like you already have a need to be filled,” he says. I just nod lazily and maybe mumble an uh-huh. And then he pulls out. It was slow, but the emptiness I now feel shocks me into opening my eyes and looking around, almost in a panic. I start to whimper again before my mind fully registers what just happened. Eventually my eyes lock on to Daddy’s. I see his playfulness. I’m sure he sees my desperation. My eyes bug out with that added intensity a good high can bring. I whimper a little more, unable to prevent it. My hands return to my hole, and I immediately resume fingering myself. Daddy almost starts laughing. Instead, he says, “Yeah, that’s the chemwhore starting to come out in you. It’s only gonna get stronger and louder from here.” He starts applying generous amounts of J-lube to his hands and up his arms. “By the time we’re through, you’re gonna shove anything you can find in your hole. Now, what did you say you wanted me to do with my load?” “Fist it deeper into me. Please, Daddy.” He smoothly slides his hand into my hungry hole. “How deep?” he asks. “As deep as you can get it, Daddy,” I reply, spreading my ass cheeks apart for emphasis. “Good boy,” he says as he pushes his hand further into my hole, starting to move past his wrist and toward his forearm. “Let’s see how deep you can open up for Daddy’s seed. You wanna make sure you’re impregnated, don’t you? You want my poz seed deep in your guts, huh?” “Oh, fuck.” My eyes bug out again, a combination of being suddenly fuller than a second ago and the first wave hitting me from my latest bump. “Holy fuck! Yeah, Daddy. Push your seed deep into my boy hole—into your hole. Into this chemmed-up fuck hole.” Daddy chuckles. “Oh, you’re not totally chemmed-up quite yet. Give it another ten minutes. But meanwhile…”—and he pushes his hand even further into me. I’m now two or three inches past his wrist. “Theeeeere you go,” he says. “You like having Daddy deep inside you, don’t you?” “Oh god, yes. Fill me up, Daddy. Your fist feels so good inside me!” He continues playing with my hole, moving different ways and watching my face as he slowly talks to me. “I’m going to have to leave soon, and you’re gonna get seriously desperate in a couple minutes. Maybe you need to call in some backup before I pull my hand out of your hole and leave you empty again.” Before he finishes the sentence, my phone is already in my hands and unlocked. I open up a chat with my friend Nick. “Partying all night. Third bump about to kick in soon. Getting fisted as I write this. Need yours in me ASAP.” Send. Done. His reply arrives even before I put my phone down: “omw.” I smile, lean back, and focus only on what Daddy is doing to my hole. He keeps going in and out, right around his thumb’s knuckle, loosening me up on the thickest part of his hand. “Oh yeah, Daddy. Stretch that hole. Make me a sloppy cumslut.” “Did you find another top?” he asks. “Yep. He’s on his way. Fifteen minutes, I think.” “Good,” Daddy says. He pushes his fist all the way in again, and my eyes light up. I swear they get bigger than my head. “Fuck. Yeah. Daddy. Push it in. Keep going. Push into me. Give me your arm.” Keeping constant pressure, he gradually slides in again, going in deeper than before. His stretching paid off. “Oh god yeah. Fuck me with your arm, Daddy.” He laughs at this. “Well some sloppy bottom is getting piggy now.” I just keep going, partly oblivious and partly wanting to show him more of my piggy side. “Fuck yeah, I am. Look at me swallowing up my Daddy’s arm. Your load must be past my second hole by now.” His smile gets larger as he presses just a bit harder and changes the shape of his fist. I gasp and say, “Holy shit!” “Okay, now my load made it to your second hole. You’ve got half of Daddy’s arm inside you. I’m so proud, my boy.” I’m proud of me, too, and I want evidence of my accomplishment. I grab my phone real quick and take a snap of how deep Daddy’s arm has gone into me. I flick my phone to video, hit record, and say, “Go ahead, Daddy. You can take out your hand. I’m ready.” “Are you sure? I think someone’s gonna need something in his hole as again as soon as I’m out. I don’t see any of your dildos here.” Without really letting his words sink in, I focused back on the video I was about to get. That’s all I care about right now. “I’ll be fine. Go ahead, Daddy.” And he goes. Slowly yet steadily, he slides his arm, then his wrist, then his thumb, the his fingers out of my hole. And that’s when the craving hits me—bad. I need to be filled, and I’m empty. Desperately empty. It must show on my face because Daddy says, “Go. Go find your big butt plug and shove it in your piggy hole. Then go online and find more dick. You’ve earned it. I’ll pack up my things while you start hunting.” Without a word, I start searching through my sex toys for an large plug. I’m almost frantic because every moment without a butt plug or Daddy’s fist is another moment I’m not doing what I was born to do—be a power bottom. Just a hole. Just a chemmed-up, tweaked-out, insatiable bareback hole. I find the big plug and grab some lube. I put a squirt or two on my hand and start slathering it all over the butt plug. I just need it inside me, and this ritual is delaying me. I do remember my place and my responsibilities, though. I shout out to the other room, “Daddy? Do you want to watch, or should I go ahead and put it in?” “Oh, I want to see this. Bring it out here and show me what your ass can do.” Not missing a beat, I pick up the plug, walk quickly into the next room, and stand right beside my Daddy. When I see that he’s stopped for a second, I put one foot up on a nearby chair, bend over to show him my butt, aim the plug at my hole, and push it in. It slides right inside, without resistance, all the way to the base, basically thumping into place. I sigh with relief and relax for the first time since daddy removed his hand. “See? Told you needed that plug.” “You’re right, Daddy. Thanks for thinking of me.” “Now it looks like your tiny little boy dick needs to be put away before it causes trouble,” he says. Daddy wants me to put my cage on. I’m sure I would have thought of that once I was alone, but again he’s showing me that he’s thinking of me. He continues, “But you can take care of that after I’m gone. I’m going to head out now. You’ve been such a good boy tonight. Thank you for giving me that hole.” “Thank you for giving me your cock, your load, and your fist,” I say. “I feel amazing.” With a chuckle, he said, “Well, that’s because of something else I gave you, too. You have fun today. I want you to tell Daddy all about it later.” We kiss briefly—an affectionate gesture for us, not a passionate one. He gently pats the base of my butt plug, which lights up my eyes, and with a chuckle, he heads out the door. I scramble to get my chastity cage on, knowing it’s only a matter of minutes before Nick arrives. I grab some vaseline, find the smallest cage base that I have, and lock my cage around my ever-shrinking little dick.

Kinda trashy white bi dude just fucked my ass raw and bred me... his cum is leaking out of my hole as I type this. He hit me up on grindr driving through looking for "just head". he offered to swing by and I guess he noticed from my profile that I was a bottom so he added that he had condoms if I wanted fucked too. Since it was already like 4am and I was tired I declined on getting fucked, but mostly because of the condom. anyway he had a nice dick which he sent a picture of and I hadn't had any luck finding dick all night so I was still down to suck him off and send him on his way with some empty balls. Takes him about 20 mins to get to my apartment, and I let him in and he pulls down his pants and lays back on my bed. I immediately get down on my knees and start licking and sucking his cock. doesn't take him long to get hard and he's pretty verbal which turns me on. I pull my own shorts down a bit to free my cock which is getting rock hard from this masculine rough dude naked on my bed with his cock in my mouth. he keeps referring to himself as daddy and telling me what a good cock sucker i am. I was originally hoping for a quick blow and go but could already tell he was gonna take a while, which i was becoming more and more okay with the more turned on I got. after maybe 5 or 10 minutes of me sucking and worshipping his cock, he asked if he could eat my hole "for a bit". I should've seen where this was going but since he made a point of mentioning condoms earlier I really just thought he wanted to eat my ass to get himself off. so we switch positions - i get on the bed on all fours and he gets behind me and dives face first into my fuck hole. IT felt really good and I was getting really turned on. he was asking me if I liked it, to which I of course responded "yes daddy". Pretty soon I felt him pressing his raw cock against my tight hole. Fuck I was so turned on that he was going to bareback me. He didn't even ask if he could fuck me, or mention anything about status, condoms, etc. just started fucking his big hard cock into my tight pussy. I was really tight and he was slow opening me up which I appreciated. It didn't take long for him to turn my tight little hole into a loose sloppy pussy. he kept calling me baby and telling me what a good fuckhole i was. as much as I love being called any nasty depraved name in the book, 'baby' makes my pussy quiver more than anything. i was so turned on, just face pressed into the bed basically drooling and moaning while he cunted me. After a while he wanted to pull out and have me suck him more, but I wanted his load in my ass. I asked him where he wanted to cum and he responded by asking me where i wanted it. I told him i wanted it in my pussy daddy. "yeah baby you want daddy's load in your pussy fuckhole?" fuck yes, I did. he started to really pound my hole then, picking up pace to his climax. with a few loud grunts he unloaded inside me. he pulled out and laid down on the bed, still rock hard, and told me to suck my ass off his dick. I obliged and got to work as he asked me how my pussy tasted. I just replied "good" as I kept worshipping his cock. He started moaning again and I could tell he wanted to shoot a second load, so even though I was tired I started sucking him harder and faster to get him to fill my mouth quickly. after a few minutes of some heavy throating he filled my mouth with another round of loud grunts. I was a little worried because it was nearly 5am at this point and didn't want him to wake the neighbors, but honestly i didn't really give a fuck and thought it was hot that he didn't either. so what I thought was going to just a quick blowjob turned into a hot fuck and breed. my pussy is going to bed satisfied tonight

I had been playing with my hole for a while this Sunday when my dildo no longer felt like enough. I needed a real dick in my hole. My last hookup was anon and it awakened something inside me. Not seeing but feeling the person fucking me heightened all my senses. Even thinking about it now makes my skin tingle. So I posted a quick ad looking for some ass up anon fun in my small nyc Apt. Soon I had messages from several guys but one really stood out. He and his boyfriend wanted to swing by and tag team me. Without even thinking I accepted telling them that it’s always been my fantasy. Within 30 min I was naked with a blindfold on, ass up and waiting for them to show up. I heard the door open but I lost track of them as soon as it closed. Soon I heard the sound of u buckling right in front of my mouth, instinctively I opened my mouth yearning to taste them. ”No!” He pushed me back “Not yet. I want to have some fun with you.” God all my inhibitions melted away and I just wanted to be used. They had me suck on his balls and really taste their ripeness. I was in heaven. Suddenly I felt something feeling me up behind me. His boyfriend. It was too much I couldn’t follow I was already in my own little world. However I was snapped out of it once he grabbed my head and forced it down on his erect cock. I choked on it, dripping spit everywhere. He didn’t need to say it, I knew he was lubing himself up for the main event. He pushed my head away , grabbed my hips and lined my ass up. I was too tight. He kept pushing until I gave in a little bit and then he started to plow away. Fuck yes. Feeling his balls slap against my ass felt incredible. I also felt the presence of his boyfriend in front of my face. I knew what to do, I opened up and started serving him too. I didn’t know what to do. I just opened up my holes and finally became the faggot I was born to be. His boyfriend was rock hard and wanted a turn. They shoved my body around and they continued where the last person had started. In the moment I didn’t even realize I was doing ass to mouth, but I didn’t care anymore. this kept going for a bit before the first person shot into my throat. Honestly I love the taste of cum so I didn’t mind not getting it in my ass. His boyfriend also fed me his cock to finish but he was rougher. Much rougher. It was hard to taste his cum since some vomit had come up from how deep he kept fucking me. once he came, I was left on my back, face dripping with cum, stretched out hole and with a new favorite way to get breed. I really hope we can do it again. He wants to take me to a gh and get more people to use me hopefully.

Thie following story is fictitious with a mix of fantasy and a smattering of actual events. It is an elaboration of a story I read years ago but I have personalized it. It combines the passion of two men having passionate sex with the mechanism of the ultimate bonding. I’m on my back in the dirt, my shorts off, my legs up in the air and the black guy I just cruised in the park with the huge dick is pumping my ass like he is possessed. I have no idea if he is poz or not. We never discussed condoms or status and I was just happy that his raw dick is going balls deep into my negative ass. I quickly forgot about the risks when I first saw his penis, as all I thought about was how good it would feel inside me. But tonight is different, as that unbeknownst to me that BBC inside me is going to spew a toxic load into my tender ass and start my conversion. When I first spotted him on the trail I thought he might just be a good-looking guy on the down low looking for a blow job. But after I sucked his cock for a while I stood up and reached over to kiss him. To my surprise he reciprocated with his tongue exploring my mouth as our lips locked passionately. I was soon back on my knees sucking him deeply thinking about how perfect his beautiful 8” fat dick would feel fucking me. As I continued to suck his huge cock, I looked up and asked if he would fuck me. He smiled and nodded yes. I took my shorts off and got on my back on the ground, legs up. I wet my ass with my spit, hit my poppers to relax my hole as he began to open me up. I was still too dry so I sat up and slobbered my mouth over his dick to wet it as much as possible. I laid back down and he began sliding deeper inside me. As he fucked me I was in ecstasy. His dick felt so much a part of me as his fucking became, harder and more intense. I’m not poz yet, but I am now seconds away from infection and there is nothing I can do to prevent it. All the efforts of him ramming his cock into my ass are about to pay off. The level of arousal is such that the orgasm that will convert me has started. His prostrate (with the piss tube running through it) begins to stir up the toxic stew that will deliver the virus to the mucus membranes in my shit chute. I know the feeling of a cock swelling for orgasm and I can feel it getting bigger inside me as the tube inside his fills with that potentially lethal mix. Every thrust of his cock goes deeper. It doesn’t hurt but the pressure is intense as he penetrates my second hole. I told him how good it felt and how I wanted his nut inside me. His breathing is getting more rapid and he begins groaning with his thrusts deeper and more violent as we both enjoy the feel of his ever more engorged cock. His tube is nearly full. While only 5 percent of the volume is sperm, there are as many as 500,000,000 of the little baby makers ready to make the swim of their lives but they will only die in the dark dank reaches of my queer asshole. There are a number of different fluids that are present as well, most of them carrying the virus that will soon infect my body. Suddenly he shouts FUCK!, and moves into the next phase of his virus inserting orgasm. The pressure in the closed off piss tube has reached the maximum and it signals the front sphincter to open suddenly. The built up cum pressure forces the poison wad to start swiftly moving toward his cock head. His jizz is near his hard tapered cockhead and the state of overall arousal and the sensation of the dollop of cum reaching his glans combines for more action. The muscle like parts of that glorious piece of man meat start contracting. He’s groaning louder and kissing me deep as I feel is dick expanding further. His work is nearly done as the tensing of those cock control systems expel the shot with great force, as much as 80 miles per hour. All I know is that I’m enjoying a great fuck and I know this incredibly hot black man is about to explode into my willing ass. The HIV rich semen has been launched and will soon be residing in my ass. Now the filthy load is out of the tip of his cock and free flowing towards the lining of my rectum. Splat and it hits me. The virus is now mine; it is in my ass. I can’t say I actually feel his fluids shooting in me, but I am experiencing a fullness that is overwhelming…His semen is filling me as he continues to spasm and shooting his gift. The continual thrusting of his meat smears that load up and down my hole increasing the points of contact giving the virus more opportunities to infect me as wiggling and squirming in the delight of being well fucked. The deed is nearly done. HIs strokes are not as deep, and his cock begins to soften. He has mixed a toxic wad of white sticky goo and shot it deep into my ass and then smeared it for maximum effect. Finally, he withdraws, and it is now up to the virus and the receptiveness of my ass. The brutal fucking damaged the lining of the very thin membranes of my ass-cunt and my body is ready to accept its fate. The infection begins. The virus containing cum that is smeared inside me begins offloading its passengers. The poor sperm are condemned to die in my shit hole or will be expelled with the next dump I take, but the HIV causing virus is very happy as my warm dark hole is a good place for them. The thin and damaged walls of my rectum make it easy to move in and they begin gathering together, replicating and preparing to wage a war on my immune system. A war they will win. A few months later I will get that test result I was not expecting. But for now, I have no idea that the war was started, all I know is that I’m lying in the dirt, cum in my ass, happily and thoroughly fucked. It is just a matter of days until the war has been won and I’m HIV+. I had no clue what has just happened. I have just been pozzed.

So, i am super excited about this and i have no one to tell. So i am telling you guys. i am in a BDSm thing with the most incredible Guy. He owns me. Anyway, He’s just said that He won’t ever use condoms with me again. i am so excited.

My partner caught me off guard last night saying he had a 'surprise' for me last night. I was fraught with work and wasn't really in the mood at the time. But he persisted. I decided to fuck work and prepare for this adventure. The next thing I know this guy about half our age shows up at our house in a jock strap and I swear his BBC was at LEAST 7 inches...soft...and it filled up a jock strap all the way down. My bf (a total top) asked him where he even hides that in his pants lol. We then proceed to do all the 3some things and then our partner asks me to ride our friends' cock. Now this got me scared! He was exceptionally thick AND long! It took me about 5 minutes to get him about 70% inside my ass. Once I did, it was PURE heaven! Until...he pressed the last inch or so of his 9.5 rock hard cock to that LAST spot inside! It honestly hurt...I later realized he was hitting my second hole inside. I've never felt that before! But both of them absolutely LOVED watching me struggle! After I felt his ROCK hard cock spasm inside me and shoot his load, I said I have GOT to get back to work! About 10 minutes later, he walked into my office and said...I need to show you something...come back to the bedroom...where he proceeded to fuck the HELL out of me another time! Yet again...I decided work could wait so the 3 of us decided to sleep naked in bed together. In the morning, I thought his ARM was caressing my cheeks but it was his ROCK hard, THICK cock, ready for more! It just so happened that the bf went to the bathroom to pee at this time and then our friend proceeded to press his HUGE cock into my ass again! This took another few minutes of me struggling and then the bf walked in on us with half our friend inside me 😎....he came a 3rd time inside me....and then there was this morning, about 5 hours later. I got up to get ready for the day and, all of the sudden, I control myself and...I swear about a half cup of cum came running down my legs inside my jeans! I have NEVER experiences that sort of opening, cum inside experience ever before but can't WAIT for it to happen again! 😁 What are your stories? 🐖

Love the idea of a faggot being choked as it is being impaled. Being told that it is about to receive the gift of poz seed at the last moment and blacking out at the moment it feels the man shooting his huge load inside. The last thought would be wondering if it will ever wake up again and that even if it did, it's days are numbered and it will forever be a pozzed up and diseased hole for others to use.

As He fucked me against a wall He whispered into my ear “This is your purpose in life; to be a hole for real men.”

I second this advice. The body generates pain for a reason, to let us know that something is wrong. The tissues and structures around the anus are vulnerable to injury, and the types of injury that can result from taking cock, and especially oversized intrusion, can be a matter to be taken seriously. Anal fissure comes to mind. Also, numbing the discomfort resulting from the emergence of an STD infection will not cure the ailment, it will just make you less aware of the need to have it treated. If something doesn’t feel right down there, it’s always best to know exactly what the issue is, and deal with it specifically, rather than just trying to use some generic cure-all and hope for the best.

I think what the OP meant was, he wants to stock up on useful antibiotics while he's in Mexico (and they're much more often available without a prescription) to bring back to the US for use as emergency PEP, etc., not that he needs antibiotics for what he's doing in Mexico.

Speaking as someone on the outside: the moderators (as you note, all unpaid volunteers) don't have time to read every post on this site. They rely, therefore, on the reports of other users as to problematic content. So if an alert user notices post A that violates the rules, but doesn't happen across post B, A is going to get removed (and possibly a penalty levied), and B is not. That's not because the mods are playing favorites for B. Another point is that the rules have changed, over time - discussion of deliberate pozzing and bug chasing, for instance, is now restricted to the Backroom areas, whereas at one point, some years ago, it was not. It wasn't practical, when the rules changed, to go through tens or hundreds of thousands of posts on this site looking for anything that might break the new rules, and it would have necessitated moving a huge percentage of existing threads into the backroom even if the thread topic itself was fine for the main areas. A related issue is that when the site was laid out, the Health Forum included a huge number of topics about why people bareback, why people take the risk, etc. - but that was long before PrEP and when serosorting was the only option for lowering (but by no means eliminating) risk while barebacking. Barebacking, itself, is no longer highly dangerous *if* one is on PrEP, and so all the people boasting about how much better raw feels, how they're raw sluts who won't take condoms, etc. have zero to do with health at all. Ideally, they'd all be moved to another section of the forum so that "Health" would be about "Health" and people wouldn't be inspired to create off-topic threads there. That's the nature of change, both in real-world circumstances and in online rules. Roll with the punches as best you can.

Chaper 51: Pozzed Well it wasn't me, but the boy that we met at the campground with his Sir sent me a message saying that he had converted. He seemed so happy and I was happy for him. I knew deep in my heart, I wanted to be like him. He asked if I was still on Prep and I said yes. He said he'd love to blow his toxic load in me even though I was. We had made an amazing friendship at the campground and I was confident that after we got together again with my dad and his Sir, I would make my final decision. I suggested that the 4 of us get together at the campground again, and he said his Sir would contact my dad to set it up. My dad told mom that he had planned another bonding weekend, and this time it was an amusement park. Of course that was the "amusement park" at the campground! We met for friend and his Sir there, and his Sir suggested the boys take one cabin, and my dad and him take the other. My friend was smart and told his Sir that I was still on the fence about becoming poz, and he was confident that he could convince me to go off of it. We retreated to our cabins and immediately stripped and I began to hug and kiss my friend, congratulating him on becoming poz. He told me the conversion was tough with the fuck flu that lasted a week. He continued by saying his dad helped him through it though. I asked him how, and his dad constantly filled him with his seed. He said his dad was different now though. He wasn't just getting fucked, but his dad was making love to him during conversion. I told him that my dad had taught him the difference between the two, and I loved it both ways. My friend said his dad was still a pig though, as after he was over the fuck flu, his dad had another group session with his poz friends that were at his conversion party, plus a few more. Both of our cocks were rock hard now, and my friend said let's have sex. I agreed and he asked if I wanted him to fuck me, or make love to me? I said why not both? Our first session was a wild fuck fest with plenty of verbal poz talk. We didn't even have time to set up the sling, but we had sex throughout the cabin. My friend told me for this session, i was to refer to him as Sir and as such he would address me however he wished We fucked in the kitchen, over the counter and on the table. We fucked on the sofa and ended up in the bed. I suspected that we were moving around so that my friend could edge in me to make it a much longer session. There was nothing romantic about this round of sex, in fact the poz talk was even more intense than the role play my dad and I had. Once he had shot his toxic load in me, he plugged my ass, and we cuddled and kissed in the bed. His first words were my toxic seed will now grow in you, and you will be mine forever. These are the exact words I knew my dad would say when and if he converted me.

In women who get a vaginal chlamydia infection, a subsequent rectal infection sometimes occurs due to secretions passing between the two orifices. Studies suggest that the incidence of rectal-to-urethral coinfection in men is less common. That is to say, not impossible, but not guaranteed. Chlamydia does not infect the reproductive tract via an internal route from the rectum to the urethra; it would have to make the transition between orifices. This can occur manually - our hands go lots of places. One common complication of chlamydia is a conjunctival coinfection, where the infection is transferred to the eye by a contaminated hand. Your rectal chlamydia isn’t automatically going to infect your cum from the inside of you and shoot into someone you fuck. The risk, rather, is that you will secrete infected fluid from your rectum in the course of sex, it gets on your cock, and you then insert it into your partner. Sex, as you may have noticed, is messy. The treatment for chlamydia is simple and of relatively short duration. Get it dealt with, abstain for the brief time required to be safe, and then get back in the saddle.

This is so hot ! It really does something to us admitting what we are on camera. Some years ago, one night, an algerian dad who used to fuck me hard, made me drink a lot then fucked my mouth. I was so drunk I let him film me with his mobile phone. At one point he pulled my hair and ordered me to look into the camera and tell him what I was. I said something like I m a fag for muslim cock or something like that. I never saw the video but it s out there. This alone freed me in a way. It s like liberating to know someone has this power on you.

Oh man, you won't believe what happened to me over the Easter weekend. So, I (m42, bearish daddy type) was at the mall just browsing the bookstore, looking for something good to read. That's when I saw her - this young chick with curves in all the right places, wearing a cute little crop top that showed off her belly button and goth-style clothes. She was checking out the horror section, and I couldn't resist making my way over there to strike up a conversation. I found out her name was Tamara and we hit it off. We talked about the books we were into and she told me she really wanted to buy some, but didn't have enough cash. So, I offered to pay for them in exchange for some company. She looked at me at first a little perplexed then it dawned on her what I was asking. It was a big gamble. I mean, if she said yes, she would literally become a book whore. But I offered to buy Hardcover, so ... But after a bit of hesitation, she agreed, I paid for the books and we headed out of the store and to the one mall bathroom, where usally nobody went to (because the food Court had a better one). We went into the stall and she looked shyly up to me, unsure of what to do. Perfect, I like to be in charge. "Undress", I told her. She put the bag with books on the hook and started to take of her clothes. She had white bra and some nasty ripped panties underneath, that didn't cover her pushy. She was cleanly shaven. "I will take a picture of you, for my collection", I added. She looked shyly in the Camera, but I didn't push it further. I wanted to fuck her, not spook her with making more pictures. So here is the one picture: "Kneel", I ordered and she went on her knees. I open my zipper and took my hard Cock out. I hold it out to her and she slowly took it in her mouth. She had no trouble taking it in and started sucking. She was good. She grabbed my balls with one hand, while she managed to seep throat all my 7 to 8 inches. I was impressed. She gagged a little, while carassing my balls. Her other hand went to my butt and Slipper between my cheeks, caressing my butthole. Oh what a nice little bookslut this one was ... But I usually don't come anymore from somebody sucking me. Since my twenties that stopped working, unless they are really professional. i think if I would have let her, Tamara could have done it. But I wanted to put my seed in her. I grabbed her by the chin and pulled her up. I pressed my mouth on hers, which was wet from salvia. I could taste my Cock in her tongue. I pushed her around, pressed her against the wall, so I could have access to her big butt. I grabbed her by the pushy and my finger slipped effortlessly in. She was soaking wet. Buying hardcover really seemed to work. I positioned myself behind her pushed my dick in her. She was so wet, it went in without much trouble. She groaned. "Oh daddy", she whispered. Holy fuck, I think my rock hatd Cock got even harder. I pushed completely into her and could hear a surpassed cry. She bit her lip to not cry out loud. She looked back at me. "Fuck me, Daddy, fill me up." She didn't had to tell me twice. I started pounding her, watching her soft body giggle with every stroke. That's why I like fucking chubby and fat girls. They giggle so nicely. Her white hairless skin was a nice contrast to my hairy belly and I just jackhammerd her pussy from behind for like 5 minutes, before I could feel the buildup. It was intense. I didn't came since I bred the twink last week. I exploded into her, grunting loudly. "Yeah, Dandy, fill me up, make me pregnant!" I laughed a little. Now that my Lust was taken care of it sounded a little fake. But she turned around and the grin on her face felt genuine. She put on back her clothes without cleaning herseld up. When she pulled up her pants, I could see my sperm running down her leg. "If you want to buy me more stuff, I can give you my number. I could use another sugar daddy." Ah, the youth of today. Of course I took her number. She was talented.

A short story. Part 1 - Tales Of Old There are many haunting tales around the world, some of which were written about in books then turned in to box office movies to give the viewer a good fright and an enjoyable movie. Connor though was not one for this kind of movie, even as he entered adulthood. There was one particular tale he had come across during his childhood that he read many times. It was strange since it was a paragraph hand written on the inside page of a book about the history of mythical night creatures. He had always assumed the book belonged in the library of his adopted parents home. The book first attracted him by the deep red velvet cover with gold bindings. It was certainly not a book you could just pick up at a bookshop since it was very old, in fact it was ancient looking but weirdly in good condition. The hand written paragraph drew him back time after time and even though he was studying for a business degree at university he also read history, an interest born out of reading that paragraph amongst other things. Connor couldn't work out that this one written paragraph sent the strangest shivers up his spine every time he read it. Despite that he could recite it almost word for word from having read it so many times. The paragraph was simply titled 'Travenni 1865' yet the way it was written felt like the author was a fortune teller and wondered if this was just silly ramblings, yet it was so intriguing to read. 'When the time comes seek perpetual daylight as your only saviour. For the young Kovalek son lives and never dies, the family at his knees now gone and a sibling who disappeared without trace but lives a secret life. The village of Travenni is in danger of being wiped out through his anger and search for the one, yet he know not of when they will appear. His appearance spells doom for your soul, the flicker of a shadow in the corner of your eye, his icy breath behind you chills your spine, the deathly accuracy when he takes his victim. A sharp gasp of breath taken by your mouth as your eyes flutter. The force of your beating heart pumps harder quickening the process until it stops beating, its purpose devoid of meaning in your now lifeless body. An ability to control ones mind from a close distance, you feel a madness taking over but it makes him weak to invade, he is destined to control others in his quest. You can only see him if he presents himself to you, his touch freezes your body and thoughts. His icy blue eyes so mesmerising pulling you under his spell for he shall take them to serve his own need, his way of getting close to the one. His manifestation drives only a purpose and quest seeking each Berkhoff family ancestors. The one who carries the blood of purity that will unleash and free him from perpetual darkness. Yet he shall not kill the one who carries the blood of purity, only by their existence and willingness can he take their blood. He will find the one who remains, he will taste their purity and see the light of day, too much purity is blurred and could spell disaster.' The paragraph was signed by who Connor assumed was the person who wrote it 'Lettie Arno Borsch 1878'. It was in a way one of the strangest things to this day that Connor read and all through school he did many searches on the family names but it all seemed to end around the year of 1829. He thought nothing more about it until he finished school and was wondering through he manor house to the library where he found the book again. His adopted parents had a vast array of unusual books that he had spent many hours reading, they were not eccentric people by any means. In many ways they were just a normal family having formally adopted Connor when he was one year old, he knew no different and had a very happy upbringing in the quaint village of Chalfont Fortis in the Cotswolds. Adopted parents or not, he saw them as his parents and they would always remain that. At 20 years old Connor was sporty young lad with striking black hair, piercing blue eyes and average height of five feet nine inches, a slim but sporty athletic build and very attractive looking with kind facial features. He knew he was gay at 18 years old and openly talked about to his parents who were very chilled about it, they knew it was not a choice but how you developed in life. Opening up about his sexual preference was never hidden, after all his parents had never kept his adoption secret from him. There was nothing to hide or trace of where he actually came from. When he was sixteen he tried with his fathers help to trace his adoption but the trail was dry and only started from when he was left in the village church early one morning before the Christmas day service. It did have the misfortune of him being quickly known as baby Jesus, his adopted parents offered to look after the baby until the mother could be found. It took almost a year before authorities admitted they had no idea where he came from and allowed him to be formally adopted. On the sole of his left foot was a very weird mark that looked like the outline of a lotus flower. As Connor grew and the mark remained the same size, it was a red mark that looked like some weird birth mark. Village life in the Cotswolds was of course rife with local gossip and Chalfont Fortis was no different in that regards. The village was split in two halves by the stream that run through it, on the east side was the church, pub and school along with pretty village cottages and houses that radiated out either side of the church following the stream north and south. The west side of the stream was the local village shop and even larger old houses going south until you reached Fortis Manor, home to Connor and his parents. Going north from the shop passing cottages set back from the road with charming gardens led you to a turning where large heavy iron gates lead in to the Chalfont Weir estate and the large mansion. Enclosed by a large old and partly crumbling brick wall that stretched the entire way around the estate. It was once home to the lord of the manor and handed down through generations of the Smythe family. Over the many summers growing up Connor and his friend James would spend with jam jars and fishing nets in the stream trying to catch tadpoles or anything else that happened to be in their vicinity. Everyone knew everyone and everyone knew everyone's business so there was no hiding secrets in the village, families came and went finding out that village life was really not for them. The east side was the only part of the village where properties would go up for sale the further out of the village you got, there rally was nothing here for those who didn't know what village life was all about. To Connor and James the whole place was a playground to be explored over and over. James frequently stayed at Fortis Manor, dating back to early 1700's the place was perfect for hide and seek. Set on the banks of the stream it was a seven bedroom manor house with an unusual large room where banquets would have been held back in the day, now though it was a large lounge with a huge fireplace, it was the heart of the home and always had a enormous Christmas tree in during the festive season. His adopted father a famous historian gave one off lectures at many universities around the world, this meant Connor was fortunate enough to visit many countries growing up. Sir Edward Barton and his wife Lady Jane Barton lead a quiet life that Connor loved, he learnt to cook and be pretty self sufficient by his mother. Gerald Smythe was the last existing family member who lived a solitude existence in the large sprawling Chalfont Weir mansion, he had a housekeeper who lived in the village called Betty. She was the main source of gossip as well. Despite his solitude existence Gerald would often walk down to the village shop and sit on the low wall of the bridge over the stream chatting away to Connor and James whilst watching their efforts to catch tadpoles. When he returned to the estate the gates closed and his solitary existence resumed, he like his privacy yet he was always happy to talk when out and about. He was a man of mystery and never married, he always maintained that the family was defective with bad genes so it ended with him. A rather strange look on life Connor thought when talking to Gerald that day when he paused on his way to the shop. Connor was sat waiting for James to head back to university after a weekend home. Even though they had grown up they now went to same university, and James loved having his best friend around. A friend that had never waivered even when he had that difficult conversation of coming out to James. At Oxford where they were both studying degrees. Connor with his history and business studies, the history was more of an indulgence and hobby. He and James shared a flat in Oxford and their friendship was so close that many assumed them to be brothers. James was the same age and height as Connor and he was studying to be a sports physio and hence had a big liking for all manner of sports and working out. He had what Connor called a body to have sex with, a nice muscle proportion that James was not afraid of showing off around the flat along with his natural looks, brown hair and brown eyes. Straight without a shadow of doubt and he loved the fact Connor was gay, it meant less competition on the girl front. They both had numerous students chasing them every week but they remained focused on their studies preferring each others company. Connor though was quite partial to getting the occasional blow job in the university library since it was known as the place to pick up a quickie between lectures. Coming out of his long day of history lectures they had been given an assignment to write a piece on historical mysteries, fact or fiction. Most of the other students were complete avid history buffs that verged on a know it all attitude. There was one who sat over to the back left of the lecture hall that he had never spoken to. In fact they never spoke to anyone in lectures and always had their head down, Connor liked watching him for he was quite sexy in a nerdy way. He had heard rumblings that nerdy had been seen in a local gay bar a few nights. He knew the guy was the higher end of 19 years old and there was something quite sexually alluring about him. His mousey brown hair, blue eyes with average build and standing just marginally shorter than himself made him just Connor's type. With the assignment to be completed over the summer break he first thought was to call his father for suggestions. That would have been too easy to not challenged him enough, instead he went to the library and up the stairs to the section on historical artefacts and legends. It was a section he had only been in once before and it contained copies of numerous ancient writings, artefacts and books on legends through out the ages that he was hoping would give him some inspiration. The whole library was fairly quiet and this section was even quieter at this late time of day, only one other person stood there analysing some books, running his finger along the shelf as he shuffled along. Connor recognised nerdy immediately and decided to take the row on the other side of the book shelf to avoid him, he started wandering down looking at the books on medieval legends and witchcraft. "Nothing interesting that side" came the voice from the other side of the bookshelf. Connor smirked and carried on "I might find something worth writing about" he replied. "You are Professor Sir Barton's son aren't you?" the voice now asked. Connor looked at the book his finger was poised on "How do you know that?" he asked curiously. "I read all his books and wiki page" the voice said appearing to move towards the end. Christian appeared round the end "I am studying history of course I would know who you are" he added. Connor rested his elbow on the shelf looking at him "So you have me at a disadvantage" he said. "I guess you don't like an uneven playing field then" Christian said verging on flirting. Connor chuckled "Are you trying to pick me up?" he asked resuming his reading of book titles. "I'm Christian" he said moving towards Connor, "And of course I am trying to pick you up" he said holding his hand out. Connor smiled shaking his hand "I have never been picked up so openly like that" he said. He laughed loudly "Figured you are not stupid being Professor Barton's son" Christian said in a matter of fact way Connor smiled at him "I may be his son but I have to study as well" he said. Christian grinned moving closer "I read up about you when I knew you was in my lectures". Connor chuckled "There is nothing interesting to read about me" he replied. "I beg to differ" Christian said walking off, "There is a study room behind the last bookshelf". Connor chuckled as his obvious hint for him to follow, he liked how he never even asked and just took it for granted they were going to do this. Connor looked at the book his finger was on then slowly removing it, he looked back over his shoulder to make sure they were alone. He followed Christian past the final row before they both nervously stepped in to the study room. Christian reached behind him closing the door and looking him in the eye, placing his hand around Connor's waist moving his head closer he tested the water running his lips softly over his closed mouth. He responded moving his lips and kissing Christian lightly in the process, after all he quite often found Christian to be sexy even if a little nerdy at times. The hand pulled him closer and Christian instigated a kiss using his lips to take Connor's upper lip then lower lip, repeating each movement until Connor reacted parting his lips and flickering his tongue gently against Christian's lips. His hand now moved around Christian's neck, it was his turn to instigate a kiss and he was going full on spearing his tongue in to Christian's mouth and forcing their mouths together until their tongues danced together before letting go. Connor looked down to find Christian's free hand now had hold of his cock through his jeans, Connor chuckled and moaned softly grabbing a feel of Christian's arse. Christian moved back and smiled "Been wanting to do that for ages" he softly said. "You only had to ask me" Connor replied unable to take his eyes off him for some reason. "I was never sure if you were interested in me" Christian replied. Connor kissed him on the lips again "Turn around, bend over and you will see" he said. Straight away Christian pulled down his sweats and turned around bending over the study table glancing back at Connor in the process. Connor stepped forward and slapped him on the arse then dropped to his knees ramming his face in to the sweet crevice of his arse, his tongue striking hard on his hole. Christian tried to steady himself as his legs wobbled nearly giving way and moaning in to his sleeve to muffle any sound. His eyes opened wide at the thrilling sensation of Connor eating his arse whilst depositing saliva and loosening his hole. He raised his head looking back feeling the air now circulating again over his arse, Connor had stood up and was undoing his jean quickly then pulling out his cock and rubbing it several times. Spitting in to his hand and rubbing it over his seven inches of rock hard cock then dribbling saliva over Christians crack he moved him pressing the head of his cock lightly at first until his hole gave way. Christian raised himself up but Connor pushed him back down keeping his hand on his back to stop him moving, the hole was tight but he was not giving up so easy. Pulling out a little he dribbled more saliva and began pushing back in again, the moans rising from Christian in waves as he slipped deeper inside his arse. He gave Christian a few moments then leant over placing his arm around his neck pushing his cock deeper. Slowly at first his hips rocked back then forward, Christian moaned then grabbed hold of Connor's arse pulling him deeper inside. He responded thrusting forward even harder and quicker testing how much Christian would be able to absorb before tapping out. Connor kissed his ear and ran his tongue along his cheek then finally kissing him again, all the time his hips rocking fast as he fucked Christian for the first time. He felt the signs approaching then shutting his eyes tight for a brief moment he thrusted forward with all his might and pushing Christian painfully up against the desk. The force of his ejaculation causing him to bite down on Christian's shoulder as he felt the release of the cum from his balls moving at lightspeed through his shaft and into Christian. The chain reaction left Christian pushing his arse back in a greedy attempt to feel all of his top man's orgasm. He knew this was a dangerous game but he had no cause to question Connor's status there and then, his body wanted, needed to be bred by him. There was a bizarre angel like quality about Connor that clouded how ruthless and amazing he was at performing the top in sex. His body collapsed on top and Christian moaned, his hips now pushing gently working the last drops of his seed out. Connor lifted his head up and looked at Christian "You okay down there?" he asked. Christian nodded "Hell yes" he replied then smiled looking very content. "You are funny" Connor replied standing up slowly extracting his cock then pulling his jeans up. Christian stood and pulled his sweats up "Can we do this again sometime?" he asked blushing. Connor nodded "Sure, I would love to" he confirmed, "Not so nerdy after all" he added. "We are all nerdy studying history" Christian said wagging a finger at him. Connor laughed and roughly pulled him forward planting a kiss hard that had Christian slightly reeling when he was released. Connor quietly closed the door watching Christian returning to browsing the bookshelf. Acting cool and natural Connor walked in to the same row and they smiled at each other going through several books on medieval historic events that might shed some ideas. "Might be easier to use the archive files" Christian said, "You know search keywords". Connor nodded "Suppose so, there might be more references on the subject" he agreed. Christian read through a page of a book "Medusa" he said, "Might base mine on Medusa". "Really?" Connor asked looking at him. Christian grabbed another book on Greek history "Have you not decided yet?" he asked. "No" Connor replied looking at a book on the legend of Dracula, "This one intrigues me" he said. Christian took the book and read the first part "Vampires. Typical" he said. "Well thanks!" Connor said smirking, "And Medusa isn't?" he asked. "Yes but Dracula is so done, there are other vampire myths you could try" Christian suggested. He retrieved a book from the shelf that had a wolf with large fangs on the cover titled Transylvania Myths of Night and passed it to Connor. He laughed rolling his eyes and opened the book looking at the chapters and noticed one near the end called Romaleva. He couldn't remember ever hearing of this name and he turned to page to be stumped by the first sentence 'The ancient region of Romaleva and Travenni played host to a tale of vampires long assumed to be related to Dracula, this was not the case but details are vague'. Connor couldn't quite believe he had found mentioned the village of Travenni again. "I have a hand written paragraph about this village" Connor said showing Christian. Christian read it "Vampire myth, could be worth a go" he said going back to his book. Connor put the book back "I need to go, dinner with my flatmate" he said picking up his bag. "Sure, see you tomorrow" Christian said retrieving another book on Medusa. The following day Connor returned to the library and began using the archive searching for vampires, as expected Dracula appeared time and time again, in fact in almost every reference he was mentioned. Then one reference in particular caught his attention that mentioned more than one dynasty and referenced a book called called Historical Lands & Persecutions. He ran up the stairs to the same historical section and began searching through until his finger ran over the book he was looking for. Night of heavy reading he said to himself taking the book downstairs. He began to turn the pages of the book reading sporadic parts for anything that caught his eye. Christian arrived in the library and sat down opposite him getting his books out and looking at Connor until he looked up. "Hey" Connor said smiling at him. Christian sat down "So you noticed me then" he said smiling, "Hi. What are you reading?". Connor showed him the book "Dracula?" Christian asked looking quietly amused. "What's so amusing?" Connor asked looking up at him with a grin. Christian opened his books "You and four others doing Dracula" he replied. "Well I am not doing Dracula, I am trying to find this other myth" Connor said winking at him. "Stop flirting with me" Christian said opening his notepad and writing. Connor put his head down and went back to flipping pages until he got to page 320 where there was a brief mention of that small region called Romaleva dating back to 1865. It then went on to reveal that Romaleva ceased to exist in 1870 and became integrated in to Transylvania after the population was wiped out by a plague, the region was host to numerous persecutions around the same time that the many stories around Dracula surfaced yet never substantiated, the records referring to a plague were also not substantiated since the principal village was burnt to the ground. That was it, just a paragraph but it was enough to spike Connor's interest that would make ideal subject matter for their assignment. The next few hours he searched the internet and archive reference. It was like Romaleva had been wiped out of history or deemed unimportant to write about. "Are you going to keep huffing like that?" Christian asked sitting back in chair watching him. Connor looked up "Sorry, I seem to hit a dead end about this region of Romania" he said. "Do deeper research then" Christian suggested, "We have two months to do it". Connor chuckled "You after time away with me?" he asked turning the page of his book. "Certainly not" Christian replied looking shocked, "Quite full of yourself aren't you". Connor smirked keeping his head down "You didn't complain being full of me" he replied. "Is that so" Christian said scribbling away in his pad. "Yes!" Connor replied smugly then noticing a reference to a village called Travenni. Christian looked up at his sudden silence "You look like you have seen a ghost" he said. "Plague!" Connor suddenly called out and looking at Christian. "What are you going on about?" Christian asked quite confused over his rambling. Connor recited from memory "The village of Travenni was burnt to the ground". Christian appeared confused "What about it?" he asked, "Is it linked to Romaleva?". "Yes" Connor exclaimed looking at him, "Travenni was the main village of Romaleva" he replied. Christian nodded "And the other book refers to it as a plague" he said getting it. Connor nodded "The writing I have was written in 1870 when Romaleva ceased to exist". "Wow" Christian said suitably impressed, "I wish I was doing that one with you". Connor closed all the books "I want to do you know what with you" he said glaring at him. Christian laughed "Does history get you all horny then?" he asked closing his books. "What about it?" Connor asked looking at him, "Not sex, doing the assignment with me?". Christian started packing his books away "First we go see Prof and ask what he knows" he said. Connor laughed "Is that a yes then?" he asked looking all serious at him. "Okay, since I have nothing better to write about" Christian replied. They rushed towards the professors office and put the case to him about them working together on the assignment. Professor Lindton listened intently at the detail of what they had, even he admitted it wasn't much to go on. But what they had matched up in the last 24 hours was impressing the professor, when they finished speaking he sat back looking between them both. "Why this subject?" Lindton asked, "You have very little to go on, just a region". "Isn't that just it?" Connor replied, "Finding if the subject matter was fact of fiction". "Connor found the link between the persecutions and the village of Travenni" Christian said. Lindton nodded "Travenni was burnt to the ground, how will you find it?" he asked them both. Connor looked at Christian knowing they had no answer "We need to research it more" Connor said. Lindton retrieved a very old book "It is the first time anyone has done this subject" he said. Connor looked surprised "I mean we could do Dracula but half the class is doing it". Lindton held up a finger to stop Connor "Romaleva was a region in the north" he said. They sat forward "Vadimov estate was or is home to the Kovalek family" Lindton added. Lindton looked up at them "I would start with the village of Vladeni" he suggested. "Can we do this then together?" Christian asked looking hopeful. "Yes" Lindton replied, "Go to Vladeni and start there. The faculty will pay for the trip". "Really?" Connor enquired looking shocked at the professor's offer. Lindton smiled "If I didn't offer it to you your father would be on my case" he replied smiling. "Thank you" they both said to the professor. "Don't leave any stone unturned" Lindton advised them, "Investigate and get results". Christian smiled "Where do we start" he said more to himself reading through Connor's notes. "The church, all Romanian churches have historical archives hidden away" Lipton replied. "They do?" Connor now asked sounding surprised, "I would have gone to public records". Lindton chuckled "You are forgetting your basic vampire myths and tales" he reminded them. "Of course, they cannot step on sacred ground" Christian said. Walking out of the faculty building their heads buzzing with ideas running them past each other. The next few days were spent in lectures and in any spare time they would start planning and writing the assignment like a journal as a first draft.

My GF is on a worktrip for this week, so I was horny and free to look around a little on my own. So, on my way to work at the train station is always this Junkie chick, looking for her dealers. Sometimes she is begging for money. There are a lot of Junkies in that area, so nothing new for me. But she still looked good. Wasn't completely gone. I hadn't fucked a hole since Sunday, since my GF left, so when I saw her, waiting on the bank, holding her arms tight, looking around, I just got a hard on. It is ... I don't know, desperation is sexy to me. I know it is wrong. But having girls, who are desperate, who need money, who need a place to stay, who wouldn't normally do it, who are not really enjoying it, but doing it out of necessity? Having to use your body just to survive? My Cock couldn't go harder just thinking about it. So I was leaving work and saw her. She was sitting there with her greasy hair and skinny arms wrapped around herself, looking around. She looked like she could be thirty, but was probably younger then that. And I saw some of the regular drug dealers in the train stations. So that meant, she didn't have money to buy her fix. Perfect. I felt a little predatory, a little bit of guilt, but that made my Cock even harder. Thank god I was wearing a longer jacket or everybody could have noticed. So I went by her and there she asked, in her meak voice "Hast du etwas Kleingeld?" (Do you have any change), barley looking at me. I stopped and looked at her. "I have even more, if you wanna help me out a litte", I answered. She looked up, looking at me with her dead eyes. "What do you want?" "Just some fun. There is a hotstel nearby. You can use there undisturbed, get a shower, some food. And we have some fun." I was holding up a 50 Euro Note and her eyes darted immediately to it. "Okay." "When we are finished, there is more." I gave her the banknote and she walked to the next dealer, getting her crack. I saw her eyeing it desperately, as she came back. We went to a hostel near the Station, that rented out the rooms hourly (to accomodate the night trade, that happened in the area). And we got a room. I payed some more to be left alone for some hours, because usually, when they give you a room for an hour, they start knocking at the door after 30 minutes to get you out. The moment we entered she immediately got to it. Heated her stuff up on some aluminium foil and smoked it up. The room stank a little, but I didn't care. I didn't use myself, but I didn't mind others doing it. Hooked people are easily used. She relaxed and smiled and I gave her some peace. "I will get some food", I said and left her sitting on the carpeted floor, where she inhaled her crack. I went to buy some Kebab at the Shop next door and came back, finding her sitting at the same spot, heating up the foil again. After she satisfied her needs, she gobbled down on the Kebab. When she was done with that, she looked to me. Her eyes somemore lively. "Are we doing it now?", she asked. "Yes. But first, take a shower and clean yourself up. I don't mind the smoke, but I like to fuck a clean body." She just nodded and dropped her clothes right there on the ground. I snapped a photo: She didn't look to bad. A bloated tummy, skinny arms and legs, barley any bruises. Pale skin. I took my clothes of and we went into the shower together, where I washed her thoroughly and everywhere. She was at first a little shy and froze, when I began scrubbing her, but then she relented and let me clean her up. My soapy fingers went everywhere. Clearing her pussy, her ass, making sure it was squeaky clean. My Cock was rock hard, but I didn't use her in the shower. I know that the Idea of shower sex is a turn on, but in reality not very practical, especially in such a small one. So I led her back to the bed, fresh and clean. "Lie down", I ordered and she did. Her eyes went dead again. Maybe I should make her smoke some more crack... but no, I've waited long enough. For a moment I thought about getting a blow job, but her teeth were a little ... on the yellowish side, so I let it be. I went on top of her. I probably was more then double her weight. My hairy belly scratched over her white skin while I positioned my big 8 Inch Cock. I looked her in the eyes, but after a second, she looked to the side, at the window with its closed curtains. Barely interested. I shoved my Cock inside her. She was a little dry, but it didn't matter to me. She would become wet. They all did. I saw the pain on her face and thrust harder, shoving my whole length into her. She gritted her teeth, but didn't say anything. She jusy looked at the window with its closed curtains. I started trusting. At first slowly, noticing how she got wetter with every push of my cock. Her breath got faster. I got faster, I needed it. I didn't had a pussy for a week. My big Cock stretched her pussy out, made her wet, while she was looked impassive at the window. I thrust and thrust, my Cock getting painfully hard for this little whore, who let a stranger use her for just some crack. I grunted and exploded in her, filling her with days worth of my cum. I collapsed on her, weighing her down with my full weight. After some seconds she tapped me on the back. "You are heavy", she said. I laughed and got up. I pulled my half hard dick out of her and saw, that we made a mess of cum and blood on the bedsheets. "That was nice", I said. She just said "Hm", sat up and went to the floor, taking the next small stone she crumbled onto the foil. My cum Was leaking out of her onto the carpet, while she sat there, smoking her next high. I got dressed, put a 100 Euros on the side table and said: "I payed for the next three hours, you can stay here for so long". She just looked at me with her dead eyes and I left, feeling good. Without any pressure in my pants I went home.

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My Master and I had previously discussed impact play, and I was curious, yet very apprehensive about it. Up to this point, I couldn't see how pain could be enjoyable, so I was very nervous about trying it out. My Master was very patient with me in explaining how it was supposed to work, and likened it to the runner's high that I was familiar with. We agreed to give it a try - he'd warm me up with floggers, and depending on how well I took things, would potentially even try some of his single-tail whips on me. I would have a safe word if needed to stop at any time, although he promised that he would be able to read me and scale accordingly. The day we had planned, my master told me we'd skip my morning breeding session, and instead we'd try doing impact play instead. He put on me a thick leather collar, leather wrist cuffs, and a leather hood (with eye covers), and led me over to the door frame which had a rope hanging down from it. 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I cried again as he bred me, tears of happiness this time, not only that I was able to please my Master, but also just how wonderful I felt in that moment. The next few days, I experienced a positive mood adjustment - it was like the beating I had received had cast out the negative energy and emotions from my body. And I was eager as ever to please my Master. Truly a life changing experience for me!

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I have been hooking up with a 'straight' married daddy for awhile now and he always insists on using a condom (wife at home). The set up is always the same. Door unlocked me ass up on the couch in the sunroom with a blindfold on, he walks in, hard, puts the condom on and proceeds to fuck me until he nuts. He drops the condom on the floor, full of his cum and leaves. Sometimes I will turn the condom inside out and push his nutt inside me after he leaves. Today, however, was different. He took the condom off at the last minute did one full pump then held just the tip of his cock in me and shot his load! Damn it was hot! Now my hole is wet and leaking his married cum. 😛

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I would love to be a bottom at such an event!

Just two weeks ago took 103 so lost count now lol.

Chapter 7: Fast Forward. My birthday was several weeks ago, however my birthday camping trip was delayed several weeks due to weather. The trip was going to be either amazing, or terrifying. That morning mom gave me another present and step dad packed up the SUV. Mom said have fun, and said she'd wished she could come, but not into camping. She asked her husband about his gift, and he said he'd give it to him later. Little did either know what that meant. They got into the SUV, but instead of to a campground, a rather sleazy motel. I was confused, and questioned my step dad. He told me he had something to discuss, and besides he hated camping. I then asked about the tent in back. My step dad just laughed and said it was Something more exciting than a tent. They got into the room, quite the roach motel. My step dad lit up a cigarette and offered one to me. At first i declined saying i didn't smoke. My step dad laughed and said the rules were no lies, only truths. My step dad said i needed to be aware of my surroundings when smoking both cigarettes and my friends cock. He then reminded me of the poolside cam, and that i should be happy he saw and deleted them before mom did. They got on the bed together and his step dad immediately asked me if i was gay. I said i was questioning and asked if he was. My step dad said bi, but more gay. He continued by telling me that he considered me gay. I asked why, and he said he's seen me watching him in shower, and admitted he'd watched me shower and play with my cock also. I told my step dad that my friend and I have discussed the same and that we had come to the mutal decision that we were both gay, but inexperienced besides watching his gay porns! My step dad laughed and said, yes I was thinking some were out of place! He then asked me if I wanted some real life experience. I said yes Sir, but your my dad. He replied my step dad, not my flesh and blood. My step Dad said good boy. He said he would address him as boy, and not son, and he was to address him as Sir, and not dad. I totally agreed. My step dad said he was hoping id be open to real experiences, and to get naked under the covers while he went to the SUV to get the tent. Before leaving the room he put in a gay porn, but told me to keep my hands off of my cock. He returned and then put the "tent" on the floor, looking at his step son under the covers creating his own tent! My step dad said this weekend would be one of discovery and learning for both of them. He reminded me that i had to be open to new experiences but if i felt uncomfortable just say, and he'd stop. He also reminded me that if he wanted to do something specific to just ask. With that my step dad stripped and got into bed with me. I told my step dad i wanted to experience my first blow job from an experienced cock sucker. He looked suprised saying he thought me and my friend and had already experienced oral. Isaid yes Sir, but neither of us were experienced at it. My step dad pulled back the covers, putting my pre cumming cock in his mouth, and started to worship my cock more than it had ever been worshipped before. To be Continued in next Chapter under part 2.

Chapter 4: Let's Talk. Although I wanted to tell my friend about what I did on the phone, I knew it had to be in person. It was a few days before he called saying his dad was away, and invited me over. I'm glad it had been a few days, as it gave me some time to think about things. Was I gay, or simply experimenting? I convinced myself it was just experimenting. I was curious to hear what my friend thought. When I arrived he was once again on a lawn chair smoking a cigarette. I got on the chair next to him, and he offered me one. Although not fond of them, I was nervous and thought it would help. Aparently he was nervous too as he immediately lit up another cigarette right after smoking the first. As it turns out, so did I. Luckily it was him that broke the ice by saying he had something to ask me. Funny enough, it was the same question I had for him. Do you think we're gay or just experimenting? I told him I had thought about it and felt it was experimenting. I then asked if he had ever been with a girl, and he said yes, but no sex just making out and kissing. He said that they did get naked and the girl said she wanted him to fuck her, but was a virgin and afraid of his huge cock. He said it was odd, as he didn't get hard with her like he did when we got together. He then asked if I had ever been with a girl, and I admitted I hadn't. I was body conscious and although I wouldn't mind being with a girl, I'd never make the first move, she would have to. He joked saying maybe he should fix us up as she'd be able to take my cock. What an ass, but that's what friends are for! Of course, I always get the last jab in, and told him I was gonna let him taste my cum before, but not now! Of course I was kidding and we both pulled our shorts down and started stroking. It wasn't long before he reached over stroking my cock, and me his. It was amazing stroking a cock at least 2 inches longer than mine. I think he enjoyed stroking mine too as where he had me on length, I had him on girth. It wasn't long before we both shot our loads, and tasted each others cum. His was tasty, but as usual more watery than my thick creamy loads. We then jumped into the pool to rinse off, but I didn't stay long, lying by saying my step dad had plans for us. In reality, I wanted to get home and think about what all had happened earlier. Of course, I was still horny, got naked, grabbed my bottle of lotion and started fingering my hole. This time using my index finger and getting it in up to the knuckle. I'm not sure if I actually hit my prostrate, but I did shoot my first hands free load! Next up. Chapter 5: Just Say Gay

Exactly how a faggot should be used.

Awesome video love the hairy ass on both the bottom and the top but the hottest was when the third guy cleaned off the tops cock after it had been in the bottoms ass....I so love ass to mouth

met a new sub today, we had lots of fun and I put three loads in him over about 4 hours. we had lots of cuddle time between me fucking him and unloading deep. he wanted me to give his boyfriend a load, but I am not as young as I used to be and couldn't get that 4th one out today. gonna be doing him, and BF again hopefully soon.

This anonymous atmosphere is what makes me horny. Put the cock through and let it serve. I don't want to know who's on the other side. Before that, I let them watch me jerk off. But at a distance. I'm a Egging-Top and so I show what my cock can do 😎. Still lube on it...then stick my cock through. Hey, make something out of it 😉 on the picture just real

Part 2 - The Priest Of Vladeni As the summer break began that Friday they flew to Sofia in the early evening, Christian sneaking glances at Connor wondering if there was anything between them, the randomness of their sex that day in the library appeared to be a thing of the past. There connecting flight to Brasov arrived just after midnight. From here they took a thirty minute taxi ride to the village of Vladeni and the Dormin guest house, luckily it was only a few buildings away from the Biserica Sfantul church. Connor dropped his backpack on the floor, the building was fairly new as was every building they passed, there was nothing ancient or really historical in the village. He was getting the weirdest feelings running through his body, creepy and full of dark secrets yet there was nothing out of the ordinary about the place. In all the village looked perfectly normal for a Romanian country village. "We start with finding out what the church has hidden" Christian suggested. Connor looked at him "This whole place feels unreal, do you not feel it?" he asked. Christian chuckled "Certainly doesn't feel normal" he replied looking at Connor, "Bed time". Connor walked over to him "Not yet" he said kissing him lightly, "We need to be quiet". Christian giggled during the next kiss "So you drag me here to have sex?" he asked. Connor smiled then kissed him deeper all the time removing their clothes in the process. Christian was in no way going to refuse and gradually felt himself rising up, wrapping his legs around Connor who carried him over to the bed. Connor looked down and smirked grabbing his legs pulling them over his own shoulders and leaning forward and kissing Christian again. He wriggled and giggled but found he was firmly balled up by Connor with his cock already making moves at his hole and leaving trails of pre-cum. He kissed Christian locking their mouths together as he wriggled his hips pressing his cock against the hole and slipping inside, his eyes snapped open at the sudden invasion moaning in to Connor's mouth as quiet as he could be, his hands pushing at his shoulders to give him a moment. The arms moved around Connor's neck pulling him close with Christian wriggling his arse around allowing a deeper penetration as he breathed rapidly through his nose, his mouth clamped open and full of Connor's tongue and saliva. His excitement and desire clear to see in his eyes and Connor pushed the rest of his cock deep inside, his back arched and he moaned quietly staring up in to those sparkling bright blue eyes. In that moment Christian realised he was beginning to feel something more than just sex with Connor, he had to put that out of his head for now and complete the work they had come here to do. Connor stopped kissing looking at the thoughtful look on Christian's face, his hips continued their rapid bursts of thrusts that eventually brought him back round. He blinked and engaged eye contact properly feeling the changes in Connor's body as it began tensing, he dropped down kissing him hard briefly. Their faces were so close as Connor began making low grunting sounds and breathing out, Christian could feel the warm breath flowing over his face. Their eyes looking so intensely at each other. Christian closed his eyes crushing his thighs lightly against Connor's waist as he felt his own orgasm surfacing out of nowhere, he cried out a little too loudly. Connor smothered his mouth with another kiss and locked his cock deep inside feeling his cock jump slightly as the first pulse travelled along his shaft, crushing his hips down hard his cum releasing in waves as he held on to Christian biting his shoulder to muffle the sound. They laid in silence with just the heavy breathing filling the room with ambient sound, Connor released Christian then pushed him up further up the bed then laid on top of him kissing him tenderly for several moments. His urge for sex unsatisfied and he hooked Christian's legs up around his waist quickly slipping his cock back inside. It took a moment before he realised Connor was going at it again, he pulled Connor's face towards him and kissed him madly and was rewarded by him gyrating his once again hard cock. The gyrating and pushing hitting every side inside his arse, feeling every single movement delivered with a lustful purpose causing his to wriggle and arch his back. Moaning wildly he was unable to keep quiet, he was quickly finding that Connor was very adept in the art of sex as he seamlessly transition in to a rhythmical gentle thrusting. Christian was more heightened than ever still recovering from the first fucking he just got, his own cock began stiffening and bouncing up and down until it started leaking like a faucet and he knew he was about to orgasm again. It happened, the way Connor looked down smiling and using his hips in a gyrating thrust action caused Christian to grab his arms tightly arching his back. This time he bit down on Connor's shoulder to stop him crying out as he shot a big ribbon of seed up along his chest and splashing against his neck. His ass muscles contracted around Connor's cock bringing him to orgasm as he rammed his cock in several times harder than ever against the muscles gripping his cock. His hips unable to stop until the last drop of his cum was milked out. Collapsing on top of Christian through tiredness and sexual exhaustion their bodies sliding against Christian's cum covered chest causing them both to giggle quietly. Finally coming apart then quickly locking together in a sexual embrace, they laid on their sides looking at each other smiling, giggling and kissing until Connor turned over and went to sleep. Christian wondered if he was just being used as sexual relief for him, he instigated the first time they had sex but it appeared Connor just need to fuck so he got it. After a good night’s sleep Christian woke feeling the warm body of Connor next to him, he laid there quietly watching Connor. This was a first, waking up with another man in bed with him and he suspected that the same might actually apply to Connor who was now waking up. His hand was roaming over Christian's body and a smile gradually drew across his mouth. "Morning" Connor said sleepily, "We slept together then by the looks of it" he remarked. Christian smiled "First time I have ever woken up with another man in my bed" he said softly. Connor shuffled closer "Same here" he replied just as softly, "Quite nice really". "What is?. Waking up next to you?" Christian asked to which Connor nodded. "Until the other day I never looked on you as anything but another student" Connor said. "Nerd. If I remember rightly" Christian remarked reminding him then stroking his chest. Connor gave him a cheeky smile "You still are" he said pulling Christian closer wanting a kiss. Christian pulled back "I have morning breath" he said screwing his face up. "So do I" Connor replied refusing to let him go until he got the kiss he wanted. "Breakfast then church archives" Christian said finally managing to escape him. He sat on the side of the bed and looked over his shoulder at Connor's perfect body, that feeling of wanting more with him surfaced and he tried to quell it as they had a job to do. Well he was wondering if there would be a wake up fuck but that clearly wasn't about to happen this morning. In some strange way he had found himself wanting to be around Connor all the time. Christian reached over and pulled some sweats on whilst he was dreading the truth knowing he was falling badly in love with his new friend. After some breakfast they walked along the road and stood outside the church looking up at the plaque that read 1895. "Must be the year the church was built" Christian said looking at him. Connor nodded "If it is then it was years after Travenni disappeared" he replied despairingly. Walking inside the church a priest hurried towards them "Cu ce vă pot ajuta?" he asked. "I am sorry we do not speak Romanian" Christian said hoping the priest spoke English. The priest suddenly stared curiously at Connor "What do you want here?" he asked. "We want to find out about Travenni" Christian said noticing the priest still staring at Connor. Connor nodded "We are trying to find out the history of the village" he added. "Wait" the priest said hurrying off considering how old he looked. "Now that was definitely weird" Christian said as Connor looked at a burial plaque. "I assume you know your parents and all that?" Connor asked glancing at him. Christian nodded "Yes" he said, "My family are pretty normal and boring. Nerdy like me". Connor laughed "I don't know who mine are. I mean I was adopted from a baby" he explained. "Really?" Christian questioned, "It does mention you were adopted" he said. Connor glanced at him "Family secrets" he said then chuckled, "I don't know any different". "So effectively they are your family" Christian said looking up at the altar. "I was left in the church on Christmas day, my history begins there" Connor told him. The priest returned and looked at Connor again "Nu înțelegi cuvintele mele?" he asked him. "No" Connor replied then looked shocked, "I... Do I understand?" he asked scratching his head. Suddenly he felt horrified, confused and ran out of the church "Hey" Christian called after him. "You understand Romanian?" Christian asked catching him up, "How? Why?" he questioned. "I don't know Christian. I have never been here or studied it" Connor answered him. "Okay I may be a nerd, you are just plain weird now" Christian said trying making light of it. Connor shrugged "It might have been the way he said it that I understood". The priest stood in the door "Intră te rog" he said but Connor couldn't understand him. Christian looked at Connor "I am sorry I have no idea what you said" Connor replied. The priest nodded his head "Come I take you to the crypt we have papers and books". They followed him towards the altar then round the back to an old stone staircase hidden behind curtains, these lead them down to some a set of heavy old wooden doors. The priest unlocked it and the stepped inside a crypt, immediately it gave them shivers up their spine stepping in to physical history, the place looked and felt like it had been undisturbed for years. The priest explained in his own version of English that no one comes down here. He then handed them two lamps and stood back at the door telling them he would be upstairs when they are finished. The priest watched unable to believe his eyes, the looks were striking in their resemblance. But a coincidence that if he was, why was here researching the one person that would be looking for him. Everything around them was covered in thick dust and cobwebs, there was no musty smell so it was obviously well built and dry. In the corner stood a large wooden cabinet that Christian walked over to and opened the doors, dislodging dust that filled the air. He waited until it settled then shone his lamp at the interior. "There are only two books here, but they are hefty looking" Christian said. Connor walked over "Papers, they look rather fragile though" he added. Christian carefully pulled one of the books out and opened it, inside was hand written pages and drawings. The writing was in Romanian which was not going to help their cause but it was still worth looking for some words that would stick out. In the meantime Connor carefully took the papers out placing them on a stone tomb then looking over each one. Around half way through the pile he noticed the Kovalek name on a document. Can you translate this "Kovalek urma omonimului direct de familie" he asked. Christian typed on his phone "Kovalek line of the direct family namesake" he said. Christian was typing the word căsătorit "Married" he said pointing to the word on the document. "I guess the other word nenecăsătorit mean unmarried" Connor said and Christian nodded. Moving the lamps closer to the document they began tracing the family name of Kovalek and taking photographs of the document. Fortunately it was pretty easy to follow with names and dates. Marik Kovalek 1610-1680 căsătorit Cesia Havol 1615-1682, - son Marik Kovalek II 1645-1710 căsătorit Clauda Vensher 1650-1720 -- son Marik Kovalek III 1690-1768 căsătorit Corina Dragascu 1695-1766 --- son Razvan Kovalek 1730-1801 căsătorit Adelina Dorin 1740-1807 ---- son Marian Kovalek 1762-1829 necăsătorit ---- son Marik Kovalek IV 1775-1829 căsătorit Nadia Vadim 1784-1829 ----- son Gregor Kovalek 1805- necăsătorit,necunoscut dacă este decedat ----- daughter Larisa Kovalek 1810- dezmoştenit "Larisa was disinherited, Gregor unknown if deceased" Christian said reading from his phone. Connor looked at him "But why then was the daughter listed?" he asked pondering, "The trail seems to run dry with no other decedents". Christian was reading the book again and noticed the name "Look! Gregor Kovalek is mentioned here". Connor picked the book up "Let’s go ask the priest to translate" he suggested, "Might be easier if he is willing to help". They walked up the steps brushing the dust off themselves and saw the priest deep in prayer until he realised they were watching him. He stood up from his kneeling position and noticed they were carrying the book and a piece of paper, gently he nodded his head beckoning them over. They walked over to him and all the while the priest stared at Connor which was unnerving him again. Christian opened the book at the page and asked the priest if he could translate what the paragraph about Gregor Kovalek meant. There was a certain reluctance at first from the priest but he knew if they copied it they could get the transcript translated easy enough. He looked slightly nervous and invited them to sit as he began translating as best he could "Gregor Kovalek is the son of Marik and Nadia Kovalek. By the words in this scripture they tell of when he was 24 years old he roamed the countryside never heeding the warnings or tales circulating around. It says one night he returned under the influence of the blood curse", the priest looked up at them both "Vampire to you" he confirmed then continued, "His curse intensified in 1829 when he extracted the blood of his relatives removing Marian, Mark and Nadia Kovalek, his last surviving relatives except one. By doing so he gained longevity. He took control of the family fortune and Vadimov estate retreating from daylight and extracting blood from the villagers of Travenni slowly and over time. Constant daylight is the only saviour but in these winters of dark sky no one is safe and they retreat inside. Using the only means to protect of garlic, religious symbols and holy water. Inside they remain safe and protected until he is invited to cross the threshold, doing so brings an end to life for all those inside". "So is this a myth or is it true?" Christian asked scribbling notes down furiously, "I mean did he exist at the time?". The priest stared at Connor again "It is long before my time, but some people read truth in to the myth". Connor watched the priest "But like all myths there is no proof to say it is true" Connor remarked. The priest looked at him and turned the pages over near to the end of the book and began reading again "Sarina Voltek suffered two attacks that left the mark of the blood curse on her neck, one villager claims they saw Gregor Kovalek over the body before he vanished in to a swirl of thick black mist that shrouded him. The villagers rose in uproar and the priest gave her sanctuary in the church. She tells of his appearance as a shadow in the corner of her left eye, when she look no one appears in her vision. A cold breath touched her neck, her body chilled before he struck, her heart beating painfully hard. Then it was over and she regained awaken state. Two nights later she hurriedly went out in some delirious state, Kovalek was waiting and striked again, her body sunken and lifeless, only a trace of blood around the marks was left. Kovalek extracted all the blood from her and she no longer had life" he finished looking at Connor again then turned several more pages in the book "The villagers now rebelled at her death and lack of moral responsibility, setting about to destroy the Vadimov estate and Gregor Kovalek with it. He knew of this revolt and the following night any villager outside their home fell, ten villagers in one night laid in pools of red blood around their ripped open necks. Their bodies left by the church in defiance staining the steps blood red to the house of god almighty. The second night the same, bodies piling higher, loved ones taken and families wiped out. During darkness no one dare venture out and Travenni became quiet. By day the exodus began leaving not one villager behind as they headed south to escape him. Their bodies were found spread out in the forests the next day as they ran when he appeared. With devastating calmness he took them one by one without showing any mercy. Kovalek had struck each one leaving them in their own blood, all except three young men from the village. It is not known if they escaped or if Kovalek had taken them to Vadimov" the priest closed the book handing it back to Christian. "Oh my god!" Christian remarked then apologising, "This is so awesome, it is very descriptive like it was real". Connor looked on in disbelief but knew Christian had a point "Do you know where the remains of the village are?" he asked. "Under you" the priest replied looking at him, "Burned to the ground and replaced by Vladeni". "Did he kill his sister that is named here?" Christian asked pointing to Larisa Kovalek. Christian fired another question "Do you believe it is a vampire and still exists?" he asked and realised he sounded stupid asking that. "Wow straight to the point" Connor remarked laughing. The priest stood walking to the altar "It is believed he exists" he said staring at Christ, "It is believed he is a vampire and brought down Dracula". Connor stood by him "But as a man of god you cannot say either way?" he questioned. "On holy ground, Kovalek or his blood would not be able to stand here" the priest replied. The atmosphere suddenly took on the strangest feeling and Christian looked at Connor who in turn looked at him. It was clear they didn't understand what the priest was rambling on about and it was blurring the lines of their research. "We only came to research the persecutions of Romaleva for an assignment" Connor explained. The priest looked at him "You are not here seeking Kovalek then?" he asked slightly confused. "Christ no. Excuse the blasphemy, it is research only" Christian added. The priest stared up at the crucifix and the body of Christ "There are those who believe he still walks in the darkness, preys on tourists that venture out and never get to leave. There is no real evidence as you would expect, no one really knows if he exists as no one dare go to the Vadimov estate or near it. One myth is that once inside you cannot leave, confused and disorientated, walking around endlessly unable to think until darkness falls and he rises" his voice trailing off and looking at them both. "Jacques Boufan, a French tourist disappeared last year, he stayed at the Gydna Guest House close to the Vadimov estate. That should give you plenty to research on". "For a neutral believer you know a lot" Connor said once the priest was quiet. The priest took out a crucifix on a chain "Take it in your hand" he said to Connor. Connor reached out and took hold of it "I am not a vampire" he remarked sounding silly. "Wear it for your own protection here. I implore you" the priest said looking serious. He handed one to Christian who took it "See I am not a vampire either" he said chuckling. The priest nodded looking relieved "No one has ever asked about Kovalek" he reiterated, "You being here is concerning" he added. He gestured for them to follow him in to his office and locked the door behind them which made both the boys slightly nervous. He opened a locked cupboard and took a small folder out then indicated for them to sit down and the priest sat behind his desk opening the folder. "You may photograph this" the priest said carefully taking out a very old piece of paper. "It is written in Romanian" Christian said taking a photo of it with his phone. The priest nodded "It is a prophecy written by a Travenni village seer" he informed them. Connor looked up at the priest "Could you please translate it for us?" he asked. The priest nodded "Born from the bloodline through the years a child with blood of purity will emerge. The blood from mighty ancient families unite and strengthen until they bring forth the one true pure blood through the ages. The one will be highly sought after as the key to unleash him from perpetual darkness. The one who carries the blood of purity will be guarded and protected by him for eternity. For they must live to allow his existence in light. On that day he shall bring fear amongst the living who will return to seek sacred grounds for protection" he spoke the last sentence then looked up at Connor with that weird stare again. Connor watched the priest "Do you make much sense of it all?" he asked. "You mean if it is true?" the priest asked, "It is a prophecy of a local seer". They both looked at the priest "It was written nearly two hundred years ago" the priest added. Connor scribbled some notes down "Well at least we know more than when we arrived" he said. Christian nodded his head closing the notebook "I think we have enough to untangle for today" he said. The priest stood "There is someone you must see. I will ask if they will see you and arrange it" he told them. "Arrange it?" Connor asked standing. "She will have to agree to see you. She can explain more in detail" the priest said. They both stood outside the church watching the priest going inside and closing the large doors, they found a quiet spot in the village and sat down writing up some notes in journal style as Day 1 in Vladeni. Connor was a little subdued when they finished as they went out and began to explore the village before it got dark. Christian was deep in thought coming in to the main square of Vladeni. "Are you going to tell me what has got to you?" Christian asked him. Connor looked at him "I don't know Christian" he replied, "It is all rubbish yet I seem to believe it". "He was convincing" Christian said stopping to look at him, "The crucifix?" he asked. "Yes" Connor replied, "I mean why did he give these to us?" he asked expecting Christian to know. Christian shrugged "I think we should go and see the Vadimov estate for ourselves" he suggested. Connor chuckled "We are not going on the grounds of the estate" he said and Christian agreed. That late afternoon they ventured out of the village towards the Vadimov estate, clearly they were actually both intrigued to see it for themselves. The dirt road lead them through a small wooded area then up a slight incline where two gates stood proud either side of the road. Christian looked at Connor then laughed since either side of the gates was no wall or fence so you could just walk around the locked gates. The house looked run down and unlived in, it was large by comparison to anything they had seen in the village and each end of the building had turrets built in a gothic castle style. It was almost castle like but not quite, yet clearly it was once home to a very wealthy family. Everything seemed so old and untouched which Christian thought was unusual and was about to step around the gate post but Connor put a hand on his arm. "No" Connor said, "We agreed" he said reminding him, "The whole place looks too weird for words". Christian looked up at the house "There is only one way of finding out" he replied stepping forward. Connor pulled him back "Don't, this whole place is giving me the creeps" he said nervously, "I can't explain why". "Maybe that priest cursed you" Christian said with a laugh, "Or he fancied you and gave you a love curse". "You are very funny!" Connor replied smiling at him, "He did keep looking at me weirdly". "Definitely fancies you" Christian reiterated walking off and laughing. Coming out of the wooded area Christian looked across the way "The guest house" he said. "Oh yes" Connor said crossing the road to get a closer look, "Doesn't look too shabby". "Absolutely not" Christian said, "I am happy where we are" he added and was now the one looking nervous. Connor laughed "Please do not tell me you believe any of this" he remarked looking at him. Christian shrugged "I thought you were the one believing this not me" he replied. The continued the walk back in to the village finding a quiet café where they had dinner and went back to the guest house. Under their door was a note from the priest which Christian opened and read the instructions to get to Alterman House for 11am where a lady called Grazie Borsch has agreed to meet with them. Connor though was on his phone grinning away. "What has made you happy?" Christian asked folding the note with instructions. "There is a guy 300 meters from here who wants sex" Connor replied looking at him. Christian looked at him "Oh right. Are you going then?" he asked trying to be chilled about it. "Certainly" Connor replied standing up, "I will be back in a hour". "Wear this then please" Christian said making Connor laugh. He soon realised Christian was not joking "Okay" Connor said putting it around his neck. Christian sat on the bed opening his laptop "I will look up this French tourist". Connor opened the door looking back at Christian and he couldn't work out if he was looking sad or now deep in research. Christian looked up hearing the door closed and wiped his eyes telling him he was being stupid and began typing on his keypad. Strange as this Jacob guy asked to meet him near the church so Connor figured that either he had nowhere to go for sex and wasn't out of the closet yet. Jacob was sat on the wall of the church yard and smiled as Connor approached then hinted for him to follow. There was a little reluctance about doing this on church grounds, but sex was sex so Connor followed and walked around the back of the church in to the graveyard and bushes hiding any action from view. Jacob was leaning against one of the trees waiting patiently, he was average height and very Romanian looking but didn't waste any time since he was clearly desperate to get fucked. He was a very attractive 24 year old that clearly lived a closeted life in this village. Jacob pulled him close then dropped to his knees, his hands extracting Connor's cock then sighing in delighted pleasure with his mouth closing around it and tasting male cock. Connor rolled his head back smiling, his hand forcing the Romanian on his cock deeper. He spoke no words, just erotic moans and choking on the cock being forced down his throat. Jacob stood and pulled his trousers down bending over and supporting himself against the trunk of a tree. Connor glanced around then spat in his hand rubbing it over his cock, he then moved closer dribbling spit down and hitting the target dead on. Slowly edging the head of his cock against Jacob's hole, applying more and more pressure until it gave way allowing him to penetrate. Connor moaned softly with one hand on Jacob's back holding him down in his bent position, Jacob breathed hard making small whimpering noises the deeper Connor penetrated him until he finally pushed back taking all his cock. Connor used his free hand to hold the man by his waist and began fucking him with a gentle yet relentless pace. Connor looked up at the tree canopy and the rustling leaves moving in the warm early evening air. His focus fully on Jacob who was clearly enjoying their sex by the way he was pushing back harder. His balls fizzled and tightened and Connor grabbed him with both hands around the waist as he reached orgasm. His hips thrusting forward meeting his arse then holding still as he felt the riveting pulses travelling up his shaft and ejaculating his cum in to the Romanian man. Jacob moaned loudly grinding and using his arse sucking in every drop from this tourist. Slowly pulling his cock out, Jacob went back on his knees sucking Connor's cock in a gesture of thanks. Within seconds Connor packed his cock away and kissed Jacob on the cheek and left him there. Leaving the church grounds. He saw Jacob light up a cigarette smiling away in the ever growing darkness falling around them. Out of sight and on the dirt track walking towards the main road he suddenly stopped turning his head quickly either side with a feeling he was not alone. Nothing, there was no one there, no footsteps or sign of life, it didn't stop the shiver running up his spine and he turned around just in case but the track behind him was empty. Connor chuckled to himself wondering if he was now hearing things after all the mysterious tales of today. It didn't stop him from quickening his pace back to the guest house to see what Christian had found out. Jacob smoked his cigarette against the tree to leave a few minutes gap between him and the tourist leaving the church yard. The village as usual was pretty quiet now evening had closed in, a few people either going or coming from the pub in the next street could be heard in the distance. Walking down the dirt track to the main road he thought he saw someone to his left and quickly glanced then wondered if the dark shadows cast by the trees was playing games. He definitely heard a noise like someone was smelling something, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up whilst a shiver ran down his spine freezing him to the spot. In front of him stood a tall slim young man, piercing blue eyes that were fixed on him, he couldn't blink or stop looking at him slightly confused by his sudden appearance and his look. The tall young man said nothing yet desperate to taste him, he knew he couldn't risk taking the man's life. Upsetting the locals was the last thing he wanted right now but he needed to know. His finger lifted Jacob's chin and moved his head to the right, leaning forward close to his exposed neck and sniffing. The scent of nicotine and a hint of garlic in his blood hit his acute sense of smell, a single drop of this blood would make him sick for weeks. Instead he slipped his hand inside Jacob's trousers and underwear, pushing a finger deep up his hole until he felt the slickness of the cum. Pulling his finger out he sniffed long and hard, then again and he smiled nodding. His finger began to burn and he quickly wiped it on Jacob's shirt disappearing from the man's vision. Jacob remained fixed in his transient state, his head still looking over to the right like it was frozen in position for several minutes. He then leaned over and vomited bile multiple times, his body felt cold and he was disorientated and sat on the ground. He couldn't make sense of anything or clear his head that was in pain yet it didn't hurt. Blissfully unaware he stood and began walking past the church to the end of the main road and out of the village. His eyes unable to focus or see properly but his feet kept moving, through the small wood and up the dirt track, the open gates allowing him to pass through. His feet carrying him up the drive to Vadimov mansion, up the three steps the ornate doors opened and he stepped inside the mansion, the doors closed. He was aware of the inside of this large mansion but his feet kept moving, down a flight of steps where the stark coldness of the air met his skin. Jacob knew he didn't want to be here yet he couldn't fight off the force in his head that controlled him. Turning the corner through an open door his vision picking up a skeleton hanging by the bones of their feet from manacles attached to the stone roof. Fear running through his body then he saw the metal cage in the perfect shape of a human with legs and arms apart. He still had enough of his own thoughts to know this was a contraption designed to keep a person trapped limiting any movement. Again he tried to fight it and tears began rolling down his cheeks unable to stop what he was doing, he stepped in to it placing his legs and arms in position leaning back. A figure appeared and pulled the front of the cage round, as soon as the two parts met numerous clasps began closing all around securing him within the frame. The figure moved away and the pain in his head lifted and he felt himself regaining some control, he tried moving but his body was completely immobilised inside the cage. Jacob was only able to move fingers and toes, every other part of his body was held in place by the cold metal of the cage. The fog completely lifted and in an intense surge his thoughts returned like a bang in his head causing him to pass out. Marcin walked up the stairs and bowed his head at his master who stood there in the entrance hall. Without a word he left Vadimov mansion and went back to his guest house. Jacob's eyes slowly fluttered coming to, he could see nothing in the darkness, his body being forced in to a weird standing position feeling the metal pressing against every part of him. The cages purpose to instil fear and panic was doing what it was meant to, Jacob panicked remembering what he had seen walking in to the room without reasonable explanation as to why he did. He could smell the metal that was so close to his face, he could smell a stale odour assaulting his nostrils as he cried and screamed for help. His trapped body aching all over unsure how long he had been like this now, he could do nothing but wait for whatever fate was coming his way. Recollecting the strange walk up to the mansion he now remembered he was inside Vadimov mansion and the tales of the Kovalek vampire freaked him out and he screamed and cried for help for several hours. Connor sat in the lounge for half an hour having a coffee and trying to work out what had come over Christian. He never for one moment assumed that Christian was falling for him. Standing up he put a smile on and went upstairs back to their room. Inside he saw Christian was writing away, he glanced up and nodded his head then went back to writing. Connor sat on the bed "Did you have any luck?" he asked Christian who was slightly ignoring him. "You can read about it in the paper when I write it up" Christian replied. Connor stood up "Whatever" he said taking his clothes off, "I am going for a shower". Christian put down his notepad watching Connor grab a towel leaving the room. His worst fear was coming true, he had fallen hard for a person who showed no interest other than random sex.

Currently letting the hair grow. i like how i feel smooth, but have a FB who likes it hairy, so here it it after having a hollow plug in for awhile, He loves it pussy like, so i made this for Him.

Was a guy this hot this ripped really using me? Me? For an Alpha like him I should be just average but maybe just for tonight I wasn’t. His dick needed a hole and mine was the one he chose. Alpha’s choice, always. Damn, look what I caught! A muscled Daddy. I knew I’d do anything to please him. Yet fear was present with every stroke. This was not allowed. I’d barely ever taken a raw cock, and only from a boyfriend several years prior. My generation was educated. We knew better. In the 90s no one rode raw (right?) and certainly not me. But here I was I was loving it and could not say no. Time lost. I was lost. Absent. Man using His hole. And by now he was REALLY loosing it. Drilling me. But that meant one thing. Through my haze of pleasure and consciousness one thought continued to rise up “you know better than let him cum I’m you.” Raw for a bit was one thing but I wasn’t nuts. “Uh, Sir? Time for a condom?” I said meekly with a whimper. “There will be plenty of time for that boy, I’m just getting us warmed up”. And with that he flipped me over, pushed my knees back and fell on top of me. His 9” Daddy Dick funding a new access and he got what felt like 2” deeper. His rough face against my lips he started tongue fucking my throat. I could taste my ass on him. His five o’clock shadow tearing my soft skin. He mangled my mouth. This Man knew how to kiss and fuck. He was very experienced which both excited and terrified me. Well used men in the 90s were to be feared not fucked. My type “knew better” but here I was unable to stop a raw assault at 330am. He had me where he wanted me, and I couldn’t ever say no. My assault continued as I noticed a ceiling mirror. My furry legs spread wide inviting this lean schredded Dad to raw dog my hole. I fully let go grabbed his ripped v-shaped muscled back I wrapped my legs around him my ankles pressing his hips deeper. His sweat ran off him coating me, my cock my balls, running down between us further sweat lubing my ass. This man was good. As his ass destruction continued, my shock took over a bit. I was being near cock raped bareback by a stranger, and he was old enough to be my father. Had I learned nothing? Between my own moans I was able to whisper into his ear “Sir, um, Sir….. uh….. please….. uh……. please don’t……. uh……… cum in me, uh…… I…… I…… can’t…..” as his assault on took new heights of pounding. He whispered back “too late kid” as he feverishly drove deeper and faster. In moments my ass started convulsing… it was vibrating and tightening around his dick. Hot waves of energy rushed up and down me my ass became something it had never been before. My pleasure was unreal, separate from his cock beating. With my ass tensing my cock leaked like a faucet but without an orgasm. My balls released the pleasure was all in my ass chute. Dad said suddenly “that’s it kid, a fuckin ass orgasm on your — FATHERS — COCK — HERE — COMES — MY — SECOND — LOAD ! ! ! !“ And he lost it, arching his back, jerking up onto his heels he pulled me with him and started POUNDING and SCREAMING with EVERY THRUST. “TAKE MY LOAD SON ! ! !” He yelled as he jerked and trembled and gasped.

ANY GUY WHO WILL GET REALLY TURNED ON BY tieing me up so i cant move n destroying my ballsac n everything within very slowly n painfully . electro , burning cutting n castration , watch me terrrorized n ignore me . sick n sadistic n u climax to my destruction

You learn things in life that help you if you are an escort. I went to a well-known college as many who leave with a degree and a big student loan that they will be paying for years. I left with a degree and no student loans as I fuck my way through college as an escort. I learned its more than sticking your dick in someone's ass or having someone fuck you and suck their dick as no two clients are the same, so I had to go to school and get another kind of education. There is this saying. "Why do you put someone in Bondage? It's so you can fuck them." You see people wearing shoulder harness or jock straps. They are there so you can grab onto as a Top and control the one getting fuck. At M.A.L, I.M.L. Folsom Street either west coast or the east coast one many are wearing shoulder harness as a fashion statement. In NYC there was this group called GMSMA Gay Male Sadist Masochist Association that would have meetings on how to do things. One of the founders would invite you to his home a small number of men. Gill class would be every other Sunday for three months, and there I was taught a lot. Everyone would have experience both side as a Top and then as a bottom. You would get 1/4 inch rope from the hardware store and Gill would you how to do a chest harness, or a hogtie which is to immobilize someone that you can play as you wish. The same goes true for saran wrap, but you have to be careful as its easy to get overheated in it. I have taken classes on how to suspend people as once you are up in the air, there is little they can do. In NYC every Sunday the NYC Bondage Club has a meeting you will see people tied up getting played with, for some it's about the rope and others its to be fuck or edge till you cum and some it's to get fisted. How to use and how it feels to be hit by floggers, canes, whips and by hand so you don't get hurt and the bottom is safe but might leave with some marks. There is nothing hotter than seeing someone walking around at Folsom Streets or other events with some marks on their back or ass cheeks. Doing electric play is the use of a Tens Unit or a Violent Wand, I prefer a Tens Unit as what you can do. I said this once I can make Thad cum by not touching him, but I will fuck him in the ass and spank him and not penetrate him or leave one mark. You take four Tens pads put two on the ass cheeks of his butt and two on either of his hole. After I tied Thad to the table, I then spanked Thad till he was screaming for me to stop. Then it was to get Thad to cum; I started real slow with the power knob, and in 5 minutes his dick was standing straight up, and he was moving around like he was trying to fuck. As I increase the power, his motions were getting more violent like he was trying to power fuck someone and then he exploded with cum flying all over. I did not leave a mark nor did I penetrated his ass but he did cum. No two people are wired the same as each one gets off. Differently, that is why I learned about massages and how to do them right ever pressure point massage. You ever have a knot in a muscle the only way to get that out is by doing a pressure point massage. It's painful, but in a few hours you will feel great but do dring a lot of water. When I do a massage, I like being naked as I use my whole body even dragging my dick along their body — it nice before we fuck like its a way of connecting with the person. Today I still see some of the clients who it was fun to be with as I'm now helping my younger brother go through school and not leaving school owning a few $100 hundred thousand dollars to a bank. OK I know this was borning, but I had to get out of the way as its just part of my life. This is what I have learned in life so far and to let others know its more than just getting fuck or dropping a load as an Endorphin rush is just as powerful as a slam, but you have to spend the time to ramp it up.

I thought it would hurt my escort business showing locked up in chastity, but I was so wrong as they like have me being lock up submissive boy. I'm spending a lot of time working on the farm upstate working with Tom & Jerry fixing what we can do and getting contractors to do some significant work. Heat in the barn. Fix the pool so it will be heated. Hot tub near the pool. A bubble cover for the pool & hot tub area so it can be used all during the winter. In the barn, we install a few crosses to bound men to so they be flogged, canned or whip. Six hardpoints, for suspension with wrenches to lift people so they can be played with while they are in the air. The sling area has a sloping floor of concrete with a drain in the middle for easy cleaning. There is also a place to do piss play. They ask us to build a lacing table using boat cleats in the shape of a man that will have a hole for your face and the other one for your dick or ass. I was on the table and rope goes from cleat to cleat just like was done in Gulliver"s Travels so you can not move. I was face up, and underneath the fuck-machine was in place and with a dildo in my ass as they put a sound bar in my dick suction cups on my nipples and tortured me for a few hours. There is also a medical area for people getting pierced or being branded to show you are now a full member. I'm asked by the owners to be a server for an upcoming party they are holding. They want me to dress as a female maid, and I'm to wear 6 inches high heels a latex dress. As I have been doing Yoga since I moved here, I'm very flexible, balancing my self should not be hard as I found out the first time I put them on they are not bad but after 4 hours my feet were killing me. I get to the party a few hours as they have a makeup artist to make me look a female bitch. The latex is tight dress is short as it just covers my chastity device. The people attending are well dressed in business suits as I walk around serving drinks after I serve I stand still and some grab my dick in its cage or put their fingers in my ass. They say no words to me, but the motion me to squat as they pull out their dicks and I know they want me to service their dick till they explode in my mouth and I'm expected to swallow it all and leave their dick perfectly clean. Some want to fuck me, so I grab my ankles, and they fuck me hard no lube as I'm just a sissy maid faggot who holes are made for fucking, sucking and giving others pleasure.

With dicks in my mouth and Fred pushing his fist going in me I hear laughter from Thad and the friends he brought in edging Fred to go in more, the pressure I'm feeling is making me want more. Fred says this pig is clenching his sphincter on my arm and is trying to draw me in more. Joe says stand back as he is getting another slam. As I'm coughing my brains out as Fred is pushing, there is some pain, and he sees I can't take more and backs out a little. I'm back to getting face fuck again, and Fred is moving the hand back forth going faster and faster. Joe is jerking me off, and as I cum Fred pulls his hand out in the shape of a fist and its WOW. Fred asks how I feel, and its great as that was the best orgasm I have ever had, but my hole is so empty. Thad says untie and get him out of the sling as for if his hole feels empty, we know how to refill it. They take me to the shower first to get off the Crisco off. Then put me on the bed on, and they start to fuck me, and I still feel empty as their dicks are like a finger going in my stretched out cunt. I'm fuckup from the G and Tina I had taken. Their balls slapping against my ass and their hands are slapping my but cheeks. The talk I hear is what a hole and maybe one day we can get to knock him up. When I wake up the next day, Thad is next to me with his arm around me, and my hole feels fantastic but so empty. The train ride home I was sleeping and just went to bed right after we walked into our home. Thad asks about my life back home in Nebraska. I have four older brothers and one who is seven years younger than me. My father family is from Sweden and have been on this farm for over 100 years; my four older brothers take after our father, blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin 6 feet 175-200 lbs. Our mother was born in Mexcio, and my younger brother and I take after her, black hair, brown eyes with a bubble butt. I was lucky as my parents knew I was Gay before I knew I was. It seemed I was always the smallest boy in school, so they picked on me. I did not play sports, so I stayed in the library studying and doing well. Living on a farm, you learn early on how to fix things and keep equipment running during harvest season. Its hard work and long hours but it's not for me as I don't want to live the rest of my life alone as there is no Gay community around here I don't have any real friends except for my family but that only goes so far. So I moved to NYC for school and to live my life as a Gay male. Thad ask can I help some of his friends out as one of them bought an old farm that has a large house, barn, and some outbuildings. I say sure I'm willing to take a look at them and see what they need to bring the place right. They want to make it into a place for a weekend retreat for Gay men to play. They would like to have benches, crosses, slings, cages and hooks to suspend boys from. Tom & Jerry pick me up in there white van that I will spend many hours traveling up to the Farm as its a 2 1/2 hour ride. Once I get there, I see the buildings are in beautiful shape. It has many acres land, but its all over grown and needs a good mowing. I find a tractor and fix the engine and spend the next 7 hours mowing the grass. Tom & Jerry are handy and have great bodies with swimmer build as they are sweating they take off their shirts and expose their rip bodies with both having a POZ tattoo on their chest with nipple rings. We spent three days up here cleaning up the place before we head back to NYC. Lot of work was done, Thad wants me to meet the owners of the farm.